Half a mile in the rear, Kim heard a hoarse and joyful clamour rolling down on him through the thick dust.

Then someone beat him on the back, crying: 'Tell us how ye knew, ye little limb of Satan?
Father dear, see if ye can make him tell.' A pony ranged alongside, and he was hauled on to the priest's saddlebow.
'Now, my son, your prophecy of last night has come true.

Our orders are to entrain at Umballa for the Front tomorrow.' 'What is thatt ?' said Kim, for 'front' and 'entrain' were newish words to him.
'We are going to "thee War," as you called it.' 'Of course you are going to thee War.

I said last night.' 'Ye did; but, Powers o' Darkness, how did ye know ?' Kim's eyes sparkled.

He shut his lips, nodded his head, and looked unspeakable things.