Hehaltedatthestallnextbutonetohisown。Hismenlaythereheavywithsleep。TherewasnosignofKimorthelama。
　　`Up！’Hestirredasleeper。`Whitherwentthosewholayherelasteven-thelamaandtheboy？Isaughtmissing？’
　　`Nay，’gruntedtheman，`theoldmadmanroseatsecondcockcrowsayinghewouldgotoBenares，andtheyoungoneledhimaway。’
　　`ThecurseofAllahonallunbelievers！’saidMahbubheartily，andclimbedintohisownstall，growlinginhisbeard。
　　ButitwasKimwhohadwakenedthelama-Kimwithoneeyelaidagainstaknot-holeintheplanking，whohadseentheDelhiman’ssearchthroughtheboxes。Thiswasnocommonthiefthatturnedoverletters，bills，andsaddles-nomereburglarwhoranalittleknifesidewaysintothesolesofMahbub’sslippers，orpickedtheseamsofthesaddle-bagssodeftly。
　　AtfirstKimhadbeenmindedtogivethealarm-thelong-drawncho-or-choor！[thief！thief！]thatsetstheseraiablazeofnights；buthelookedmorecarefully，and，handonamulet，drewhisownconclusions。
　　`Itmustbethepedigreeofthatmade-uphorse-lie，’saidhe，`thethingthatIcarrytoUmballa。Betterthatwegonow。Thosewhosearchbagswithknivesmaypresentlysearchbellieswithknives。Surelythereisawomanbehindthis。Hai！Hai！’inawhispertothelight-sleepingoldman。`Come。
　　Itistime-timetogotoBenares。’
　　Thelamaroseobediently，andtheypassedoutoftheserailikeshadows。
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　　Andwhosowill，fromPridereleased，Contemningneithercreednorpriest，MayfeeltheSoulofalltheEastAbouthimatKamakura。BuddhaatKamakura。Theyenteredthefort-likerailwaystation，blackintheendofnight；
　　theelectricssizzlingoverthegoods-yardwheretheyhandletheheavyNortherngrain-traffic。
　　`Thisistheworkofdevils！’saidthelama，recoilingfromthehollowechoingdarkness，theglimmerofrailsbetweenthemasonryplatforms，andthemazeofgirdersabove。Hestoodinagiganticstonehallpaved，itseemed，withthesheeteddead-third-classpassengerswhohadtakentheirticketsovernightandweresleepinginthewaiting-rooms。Allhoursofthetwenty-fourarealiketoOrientals，andtheirpassengertrafficisregulatedaccordingly。
　　`Thisiswherethefire-carriagescome。Onestandsbehindthathole’-
　　Kimpointedtotheticket-office-`whowillgivetheeapapertotaketheetoUmballa。’
　　`ButwegotoBenares，’herepliedpetulantly。
　　`Allone。Benaresthen。Quick：shecomes！’
　　`Takethouthepurse。’
　　Thelama，notsowellusedtotrainsashehadpretended，startedasthe3。25a。m。south-boundroaredin。Thesleeperssprangtolife，andthestationfilledwithclamourandshoutings，criesofwaterandsweetmeatvendors，shoutsofnativepolicemen，andshrillyellsofwomengatheringuptheirbaskets，theirfamilies，andtheirhusbands。
　　`Itisthetrain-onlythete-rain。Itwillnotcomehere。Wait！’
　　Amazedatthelama’simmensesimplicityhehadhandedhimasmallbagfullofrupees，KimaskedandpaidforatickettoUmballa。Asleepyclerkgruntedandflungoutatickettothenextstation，justsixmilesdistant。
　　`Nay，’saidKim，scanningitwithagrin。`Thismayserveforfarmers，butIliveinthecityofLahore。Itwascleverlydone，Babu。NowgivethetickettoUmballa。’
　　TheBabuscowledanddealttheproperticket。
　　`NowanothertoAmritzar，’saidKim，whohadnonotionofspendingMahbubAli’smoneyonanythingsocrudeasapaidridetoUmballa。`Thepriceissomuch。Thesmallmoneyinreturnisjustsomuch。Iknowthewaysofthete-rain……Neverdidyogineedchelaasthoudost，’hewentonmerrilytothebewilderedlama。`TheywouldhaveflungtheeoutatMianMirbutforme。Thisway！Come！’Hereturnedthemoney，keepingonlyoneannaineachrupeeofthepriceoftheUmballaticketashiscommission-theimmemorialcommissionofAsia。
　　Thelamajibbedattheopendoorofacrowdedthird-classcarriage。
　　`Wereitnotbettertowalk？’saidheweakly。
　　AburlySikhartisanthrustforthhisbeardedhead。`Isheafraid？Donotbeafraid。IrememberthetimewhenIwasafraidofthete-rain。
　　Enter！ThisthingistheworkoftheGovernment。’
　　`Idonotfear，’saidthelama。`Haveyeroomwithinfortwo？’
　　`Thereisnoroomevenforamouse，’shrilledthewifeofawell-to-docultivator-aHinduJatfromtherichJullundurdistrict。Ournighttrainsarenotaswelllookedafterasthedayones，wherethesexesareverystrictlykepttoseparatecarriages。
　　`Oh，motherofmyson，wecanmakespace，’saidtheblue-turbanedhusband。
　　`Pickupthechild。Itisaholyman，see’stthou？’
　　`Andmylapfullofseventytimessevenbundles！Whynotbidhimsitonmyknee，Shameless？Butmenareeverthus！’Shelookedroundforapproval。
　　AnAmritzarcourtesannearthewindowsniffedbehindherheaddrapery。
　　`Enter！Enter！’criedafatHindumoney-lender，hisfoldedaccount-bookinaclothunderhisarm。Withanoilysmirk：`Itiswelltobekindtothepoor。’
　　`Ay，atsevenpercentamonthwithamortgageontheunborncalf，’
　　saidayoungDograsoldiergoingsouthonleave；andtheyalllaughed。
　　`WillittraveltoBenares？’saidthelama。
　　`Assuredly。Elsewhyshouldwecome？Enter，orweareleft，’criedKim。
　　`See！’shrilledtheAmritzargirl。`Hehasneverenteredatrain。Oh，see！’
　　`Nay，help，’saidthecultivator，puttingoutalargebrownhandandhaulinghimin。`Thusisitdone，father。’
　　`But-but-Isitonthefloor。ItisagainsttheRuletositonabench，’saidthelama。`Moreover，itcrampsme。’
　　`Isay，’beganthemoney-lender，pursinghislips，`thatthereisnotoneruleofrightlivingwhichthesete-rainsdonotcauseustobreak。Wesit，forexample，sidebysidewithallcastesandpeoples。’
　　`Yea，andwithmostoutrageouslyshamelessones，’saidthewife，scowlingattheAmritzargirlmakingeyesattheyoungsepoy。
　　`Isaidwemighthavegonebycartalongtheroad，’saidthehusband，`andthushavesavedsomemoney。’
　　`Yes-andspenttwiceoverwhatwesavedonfoodbytheway。Thatwastalkedouttenthousandtimes。’
　　`Ay，bytenthousandtongues，’gruntedhe。
　　`TheGodshelpuspoorwomenifwemaynotspeak。Oho！Heisofthatsortwhichmaynotlookatorreplytoawoman。’Forthelama，constrainedbyhisRule，tooknotthefaintestnoticeofher。`Andhisdiscipleislikehim？’
　　`Nay，mother，’saidKimmostpromptly。`Notwhenthewomaniswell-lookingandaboveallcharitabletothehungry。’
　　`Abeggar’sanswer，’saidtheSikh，laughing。`Thouhastbroughtitonthyself，sister！’Kim’shandswerecrookedinsupplication。
　　`Andwhithergoestthou？’saidthewoman，handinghimthehalfofacakefromagreasypackage。
　　`EventoBenares。’
　　`Jugglersbelike？’theyoungsoldiersuggested。`Haveyeanytrickstopassthetime？Whydoesnotthatyellowmananswer？’
　　`Because，’saidKimstoutly，`heisholy，andthinksuponmattershiddenfromthee。’
　　`Thatmaybewell。WeoftheLudhianaSikhs’-herolleditoutsonorously-`donottroubleourheadswithdoctrine。Wefight。’
　　`Mysister’sbrother’ssonisnaik[corporal]inthatregiment，’
　　saidtheSikhcraftsmanquietly。`TherearealsosomeDogracompaniesthere。’
　　Thesoldierglared，foraDograisofothercastethanaSikh，andthebankertittered。
　　`Theyareallonetome，’saidtheAmritzargirl。
　　`Thatwebelieve，’snortedthecultivator’swifemalignantly。
　　`Nay，butallwhoservetheSirkarwithweaponsintheirhandsare，asitwere，onebrotherhood。Thereisonebrotherhoodofthecaste，butbeyondthatagain’-shelookedroundtimidly-`thebondofthePulton-theRegiment-eh？’
　　`MybrotherisinaJatregiment，’saidthecultivator。`Dograsbegoodmen。’
　　`ThySikhsatleastwereofthatopinion，’saidthesoldier，withascowlattheplacidoldmaninthecorner。`ThySikhsthoughtsowhenourtwocompaniescametohelpthematthePirzaiKotalinthefaceofeightAfridistandardsontheridgenotthreemonthsgone。’
　　HetoldthestoryofaBorderactioninwhichtheDogracompaniesoftheLudhianaSikhshadacquittedthemselveswell。TheAmritzargirlsmiled；