'Not for five years was I Yankling Sahib's shikarri without knowing that medicine.

I too have tasted it.

Behold!' He drew from his breast a bottle of cheap whisky--such as is sold to explorers at Leh--and cleverly forced a little between the lama's teeth.
'So I did when Yankling Sahib twisted his foot beyond Astor.

Aha! I have already looked into their baskets--but we will make fair division at Shamlegh.

Give him a little more.