So it was the Gods that made Gunga.

What like of Gods were they ?' The carriage looked at him in amazement.

It was inconceivable that anyone should be ignorant of Gunga.
'What--what is thy God ?' said the money-lender at last.
'Hear!' said the lama, shifting the rosary to his hand.

'Hear: for I speak of Him now! O people of Hind, listen!' He began in Urdu the tale of the Lord Buddha, but, borne by his own thoughts, slid into Tibetan and long-droned texts from a Chinese book of the Buddha's life.

The gentle, tolerant folk looked on reverently.
All India is full of holy men stammering gospels in strange tongues; shaken and consumed in the fires of their own zeal; dreamers, babblers, and visionaries: as it has been from the beginning and will continue to the end.
'Um!' said the soldier of the Ludhiana Sikhs.