But it is a long road from thy sons to the man in whose hands these things lie.' Kim warmed to the game, for it reminded him of experiences in the letter-carrying line, when, for the sake of a few pice, he pretended to know more than he knew.

But now he was playing for larger things--the sheer excitement and the sense of power.

He drew a new breath and went on.
'Old man, give me a sign.

Do underlings order the goings of eight thousand redcoats--with guns ?' 'No.' Still the old man answered as though Kim were an equal.
'Dost thou know who He is, then, that gives the order ?' 'I have seen Him.' 'To know again ?' 'I have known Him since he was a lieutenant in the topkhana (the Artillery).' 'A tall man.

A tall man with black hair, walking thus ?' Kim took a few paces in a stiff, wooden style.
'Ay.