'But we must not forget the wicked folk in the world.

So!' He capped all the splendour, that was taking Kim's delighted breath away, with a mother-of-pearl, nickel-plated, self-extracting .450 revolver.
'I had thought of a smaller bore, but reflected that this takes Government bullets.

A man can always come by those--especially across the Border.

Stand up and let me look.' He clapped Kim on the shoulder.

'May you never be tired, Pathan! Oh, the hearts to be broken! Oh, the eyes under the eyelashes, looking sideways!' Kim turned about, pointed his toes, stretched, and felt mechanically for the moustache that was just beginning.