They will not see whence the shot came.

Wait here at least till the dawn.

What manner of fakir art thou, to shiver at a little watching ?' 'Oho!' thought Kim, behind close-shut eyes.

'Once again it is Mahbub.
Indeed a white stallion's pedigree is not a good thing to peddle to Sahibs! Or maybe Mahbub has been selling other news.

Now what is to do, Kim?
I know not where Mahbub houses, and if he comes here before the dawn they will shoot him.