64/66 (These fellows think of nothing in the world but horses, Padre.) I'll see you tomorrow, Mahbub, if you've anything likely for sale.' The dealer saluted, horseman-fashion, with a sweep of the off hand. 'Be patient a little, Friend of all the World,' he whispered to the agonized Kim. In a little while thou goest to Nucklao, and--here is something to pay the letter-writer. I shall see thee again, I think, many times,' and he cantered off down the road. |