It is finished.' His voice thrilled with a boy's pure delight in the Game.
'Turn and look, O Jat!' 'The Gods protect us,' said the hooded Kamboh, emerging like a buffalo from the reeds.

'But--whither went the Mahratta?
What hast thou done ?' Kim had been trained by Lurgan Sahib; E23, by virtue of his business, was no bad actor.

In place of the tremulous, shrinking trader there lolled against the corner an all but naked, ash-smeared, ochre-barred, dusty-haired Saddhu, his swollen eyes--opium takes quick effect on an empty stomach--luminous with insolence and bestial lust, his legs crossed under him, Kim's brown rosary round his neck, and a scant yard of worn, flowered chintz on his shoulders.

The child buried his face in his amazed father's arms.
'Look up, Princeling! We travel with warlocks, but they will not hurt thee.

Oh, do not cry ...