already been sufficiently startled by a letter from the Temple of the Tirthankers at Benares, enclosing a native banker's note of hand for three hundred rupees, and an amazing prayer to 'Almighty God.' The lama would have been more annoyed than the priest had he known how the bazar letter-writer had translated his phrase 'to acquire merit.'
'Powers of Darkness below!' Father Victor fumbled with the note. 'An' now he's gone off with another of his peep-o'-day friends. I don't know whether it will be a greater relief to me to get him back or to have him lost. He's beyond my comprehension. How the Divil—yes, he's the man I mean—can a street-beggar raise money to educate white boys?'
Three miles off, on Umballa race-course, Mahbub All, riding a plunging gray Cabuli stallion with Kim in front of him, was saying:
'But, Little Friend of all the World, there is my honour and reputation to be considered. All the officer Sahibs in all the regiments and all Umballa know Mahbub Ali. Men saw me pick thee up and chastise that boy. We are seen now from far across this plain. How can I take thee away, or account for thy disappearing if I set thee down and let thee run off into the crops? They would put me in jail. Be patient. Once a Sahib, always a Sahib. When thou art a man—who knows—thou wilt be grateful to Mahbub Ali.'
'Take me away or let me go. Give me a little money and I will go south to Benares in the train and be with my lama again. I do not want to be a Sahib, and, O Mahbub AH, remember I did deliver that message.'
The stallion bounded wildly. Mahbub Ali had incautiously driven home the sharp-edged stirrup. (He was not the new sort
