8/52 But Creighton Sahib is a Colonel--and I think Creighton Sahib gave orders that it should be done. How I will beat that Hindu in the morning! What is this ?' The trumpet-box was pouring out a string of the most elaborate abuse that even Kim had ever heard, in a high uninterested voice, that for a moment lifted the short hairs of his neck. When the vile thing drew breath, Kim was reassured by the soft, sewing-machine-like whirr. 'Chup--or I break your head.' The box took no heed. Kim wrenched at the tin trumpet and something lifted with a click. |