He is not a down-country beggar,' Kim went on severely, addressing the stars.

'He is the most holy of holy men.

He is above all castes.

I am his chela.' 'Come here!' said the flat thin voice behind the curtain; and Kim came, conscious that eyes he could not see were staring at him.

One skinny brown finger heavy with rings lay on the edge of the cart, and the talk went this way: 'Who is that one ?' 'An exceedingly holy one.