We are both fortunate! I will make report to him of what thou hast done.

I am safe under his protection.' He bored through the edge of the crowd besieging the carriages, and squatted by the bench near the telegraph-office.
'Return, or they take thy place! Have no fear for the work, brother--or my life.

Thou hast given me breathing-space, and Strickland Sahib has pulled me to land.

We may work together at the Game yet.

Farewell!' Kim hurried to his carriage: elated, bewildered, but a little nettled in that he had no key to the secrets about him.
'I am only a beginner at the Game, that is sure.