51/64 And thou art useless!' Kim knew enough of native methods of attack not to doubt that the case would be deadly complete--even to the corpse. The Mahratta twitched his fingers with pain from time to time. The Kamboh in his corner glared sullenly; the lama was busy over his beads; and Kim, fumbling doctor-fashion at the man's neck, thought out his plan between invocations. Five--ten minutes alone, if I had not been so pressed, and I might--' 'Is he cured yet, miracle-worker ?' said the Kamboh jealously. 'Thou hast chanted long enough.' 'Nay. |