Louder rose Kim's quavering howl, till at last he leaped to his feet and staggered off sleepily, while the camp cursed him for waking them. Some twenty yards farther up the line he lay down again, taking care that the whisperers should hear his grunts and groans as he recomposed himself. After a few minutes he rolled toward the road and stole away into the thick darkness.
He paddled along swiftly till he came to a culvert, and dropped behind it, his chin on a level with the coping-stone. Here he could command all the night-traffic, himself unseen.
Two or three ekkas passed, jingling out to the suburbs; a coughing policeman, a hurrying foot-passenger or two who sang to keep off evil spirits. Then rapped the shod feet of a horse.
'Ah! This is more like Mahbub,' thought Kim, as the beast shied at the little head above the culvert.
'Ohé, Mahbub Ali,' he whispered, 'have a care.'
The horse was reined back almost on its haunches and forced toward the culvert.
'Never again,' said Mahbub, 'will I take a shod horse for night work. They pick up all the bones and nails in the city.' He stooped to lift its fore-foot and that brought his head within a foot of Kim's. 'Down—keep down,' he muttered. 'The night is full of eyes.'
'Two men wait thy coming behind the horse-trucks. They will shoot thee at thy lying down, because there is a price on thy head. I heard sleeping near the horses.'
'Didst thou see them? . . . Hold still, Sire of Devils!' This furiously to the horse.
'No.'
'Was one dressed belike as a faquir?'
