Kim ground his teeth.

Mahbub was mocking him, as faithless Afghans will; for he went on: 'They will send him to a school and put heavy boots on his feet and swaddle him in these clothes.

Then he will forget all he knows.

Now, which of the barracks is thine ?' Kim pointed--he could not speak--to Father Victor's wing, all staring white near by.
'Perhaps he will make a good soldier,' said Mahbub reflectively.
'He will make a good orderly at least.

I sent him to deliver a message once from Lahore.