'Let him put their food to that account.

The yogi will beg, I doubt not.' 'Ay, I beg for him,' said Kim, anxious only to get the lama under shelter for the night, that he might seek Mahbub Ali's Englishman and deliver himself of the white stallion's pedigree.
'Now,' said he, when the lama had come to an anchor in the inner courtyard of a decent Hindu house behind the cantonments, 'I go away for a while--to--to buy us victual in the bazar.

Do not stray abroad till I return.' 'Thou wilt return?
Thou wilt surely return ?' The old man caught at his wrist.

'And thou wilt return in this very same shape?
Is it too late to look tonight for the River ?' 'Too late and too dark.

Be comforted.