Then he smoked and thought, knees to chin, under the belly of the gun, and the outcome of his thoughts was a sudden and stealthy departure in the direction of Nila Ram's timber-yard.
The lama did not wake till the evening life of the city had begun with lamp-lighting and the return of white-robed clerks and subordinates from the Government offices.

He stared dizzily in all directions, but none looked at him save a Hindu urchin in a dirty turban and Isabella-coloured clothes.

Suddenly he bowed his head on his knees and wailed.
'What is this ?' said the boy, standing before him.

'Hast thou been robbed ?' 'It is my new chela [disciple] that is gone away from me, and I know not where he is.' 'And what like of man was thy disciple ?' 'It was a boy who came to me in place of him who died, on account of the merit which I had gained when I bowed before the Law within there.' He pointed towards the Museum.

'He came upon me to show me a road which I had lost.