He comes here again.' The huge, mouse-coloured Brahmini bull of the ward was shouldering his way through the many-coloured crowd, a stolen plantain hanging out of his mouth.

He headed straight for the shop, well knowing his privileges as a sacred beast, lowered his head, and puffed heavily along the line of baskets ere making his choice.

Up flew Kim's hard little heel and caught him on his moist blue nose.

He snorted indignantly, and walked away across the tram-rails, his hump quivering with rage.
'See! I have saved more than the bowl will cost thrice over.

Now, mother, a little rice and some dried fish atop--yes, and some vegetable curry.' A growl came out of the back of the shop, where a man lay.
'He drove away the bull,' said the woman in an undertone.