He could not quite see what new turn the game had taken, but stood resolute to profit by it.

'Now I will get him his food.' The last sentence, spoken loudly, ended with a sigh as of faintness.
'I--I myself and the others of my people will look to that--if it is permitted.' 'It is permitted,' said Kim, more loftily than ever.

'Holy One, these people will bring us food.' 'The land is good.

All the country of the South is good--a great and a terrible world,' mumbled the lama drowsily.
'Let him sleep,' said Kim, 'but look to it that we are well fed when he wakes.

He is a very holy man.' Again one of the Ooryas said something contemptuously.
'He is not a fakir.