In two hours several telegrams had reached the angry minister of a southern State reporting that all trace of a somewhat bruised Mahratta had been lost; and by the time the leisurely train halted at Saharunpore the last ripple of the stone Kim had helped to heave was lapping against the steps of a mosque in far-away Roum--where it disturbed a pious man at prayers.
The lama made his in ample form near the dewy bougainvillea-trellis near the platform, cheered by the clear sunshine and the presence of his disciple.

'We will put these things behind us,' he said, indicating the brazen engine and the gleaming track.

'The jolting of the te-rain--though a wonderful thing--has turned my bones to water.
We will use clean air henceforward.' 'Let us go to the Kulu woman's house' said Kim, and stepped forth cheerily under the bundles.

Early morning Saharunpore-way is clean and well scented.

He thought of the other mornings at St Xavier's, and it topped his already thrice-heaped contentment.
'Where is this new haste born from?
Wise men do not run about like chickens in the sun.