They laugh, and they talk of the police.' 'What are you saying ?' asked Mr Bennett.
'Oah.

He only says that if you do not let me go it will stop him in his business--his ur-gent private af-fairs.' This last was a reminiscence of some talk with a Eurasian clerk in the Canal Department, but it only drew a smile, which nettled him.

'And if you did know what his business was you would not be in such a beastly hurry to interfere.' 'What is it then ?' said Father Victor, not without feeling, as he watched the lama's face.
'There is a River in this country which he wishes to find so verree much.

It was put out by an Arrow which--' Kim tapped his foot impatiently as he translated in his own mind from the vernacular to his clumsy English.

'Oah, it was made by our Lord God Buddha, you know, and if you wash there you are washed away from all your sins and made as white as cotton-wool.' (Kim had heard mission-talk in his time.) 'I am his disciple, and we must find that River.