` Ay , but the police have a long arm , and we are far from the Border . If it were in Peshawur , now ! ' ` Yes -- in Peshawur , ' the second voice sneered . ` Peshawur , full of his blood-kin -- full of bolt-holes and women behind whose clothes he will hide . Yes , Peshawur or Jehannum would suit us equally well . ' ` Then what is the plan ? ' ' O fool , have I not told it a hundred times ? Wait till he comes to lie down , and then one sure shot . The trucks are between us and pursuit . We have but to run back over the lines and go our way . They will not see whence the shot came . Wait here at least till the dawn . What manner of fakir art thou , to shiver at a little watching ? ' ` Oho ! ' thought Kim , behind close-shut eyes . ` Once again it is Mahbub . Indeed a white stallion 's pedigree is not a good thing to peddle to Sahibs ! Or maybe Mahbub has been selling other news . Now what is to do , Kim ? I know not where Mahbub houses , and if he comes here before the dawn they will shoot him .
That would be no profit for thee , XXXXX .
Ay Jehannum Kim Mahbub Oho Peshawur Sahibs blood-kin bolt-holes second