Then he returned the ledger to its place, and, at Mahbub's word, left that service unpaid, rejoining him six miles down the road, the clean copy in his bosom.
'That soldier is a small fish,' Mahbub Ali explained, 'but in time we shall catch the larger one.

He only sells oxen at two prices--one for himself and one for the Government--which I do not think is a sin.' 'Why could not I take away the little book and be done with it ?' 'Then he would have been frightened, and he would have told his master.
Then we should miss, perhaps, a great number of new rifles which seek their way up from Quetta to the North.

The Game is so large that one sees but a little at a time.' 'Oho!' said Kim, and held his tongue.

That was in the monsoon holidays, after he had taken the prize for mathematics.

The Christmas holidays he spent--deducting ten days for private amusements--with Lurgan Sahib, where he sat for the most part in front of a roaring wood-fire--Jakko road was four feet deep in snow that year--and--the small Hindu had gone away to be married--helped Lurgan to thread pearls.