That is all my letter except, thrice over, Come to me! Come to me! Come to me! Now I will pay for a stamp and put it in the post.

He rose to go, and as an afterthought asked: 'Who is that angry-faced Sahib who lost the cheroot-case ?' 'Oh, he is only Creighton Sahib--a very foolish Sahib, who is a Colonel Sahib without a regiment.' 'What is his business ?' 'God knows.

He is always buying horses which he cannot ride, and asking riddles about the works of God--such as plants and stones and the customs of people.

The dealers call him the father of fools, because he is so easily cheated about a horse.

Mahbub Ali says he is madder than most other Sahibs.' 'Oh!' said Kim, and departed.