''Keranis,' Kim cut in with a snort. 'Their eyes are blued and their nails are blackened with low-caste blood many of them. Sons of meheeranees—brothers-in-law of the bhungi (sweeper).'
We need not follow the rest of the pedigree; but Kim made his little point clearly and without heat, chewing a piece of sugar-cane the while.
'Friend of all the World,' said Mahbub, pushing over the pipe for the boy to clean, 'I have met many men, women, and boys, and not a few Sahibs. I have never in all my days met such an imp as thou art.'
'And why? When I always tell thee the truth.'
'That is perhaps the very reason, for this is a world of danger to honest men.' Mahbub Ali hauled himself off the ground, girt in his belt, and went over to the horses.
'Or sell it?'
There was that in the tone that made Mahbub halt and turn.
'What new devilry?'
'Eight annas, and I will tell,' said Kim, grinning. 'It touches thy peace.'
'O Sultans!' Mahbub gave the money.
'Rememberest thou the little business of the thieves in the dark, down yonder at Umballa?'
'Seeing they sought my life, I have not altogether forgotten. Why?'
'Rememberest thou the Kashmir Serai?'
'I will trust thy ears in a moment.'
'No need, Pathan. Only, the second faquir, whom the Sahibs beat senseless, was the man who came to search thy bulkhead at Lahore. I saw his face as they helped him on the engine. The very same man.'
