His eyes turned up at the corners and looked like little slits of onyx.
'Who is that ?' said Kim to his companions.
'Perhaps it is a man,' said Abdullah, finger in mouth, staring.
'Without doubt,' returned Kim; 'but he is no man of India that I have ever seen.' 'A priest, perhaps,' said Chota Lal, spying the rosary.

'See! He goes into the Wonder House!' 'Nay, nay,' said the policeman, shaking his head.

'I do not understand your talk.' The constable spoke Punjabi.

'O Friend of all the World, what does he say ?' 'Send him hither,' said Kim, dropping from Zam-Zammah, flourishing his bare heels.

'He is a foreigner, and thou art a buffalo.' The man turned helplessly and drifted towards the boys.