He pointed to the flag that was snap snapping in the evening breeze not ten feet away . It was no more than an ordinary camp marking-flag ; but the regiment , always punctilious in matters of millinery , had charged it with the regimental device , the Red Bull , which is the crest of the Mavericks -- the great Red Bull on a background of Irish green . ' I see , and now I remember . ' said the lama . ` Certainly it is thy Bull . Certainly , also , the two men came to make all ready . ' ` They are soldiers -- white soldiers . What said the priest ? `` The sign over against the Bull is the sign of War and armed men . '' Holy One , this thing touches my Search . ' ` True . It is true . ' The lama stared fixedly at the device that flamed like a ruby in the dusk . ` The priest at Umballa said that thine was the sign of War . ' ` What is to do now ? ' ` Wait . Let us wait . ' ` Even now the darkness clears , ' said Kim . It was only natural that the descending sun should at last strike through the tree-trunks , across the grove , filling it with mealy gold light for a few minutes ; but to Kim it was the crown of the Umballa Brahmin 's prophecy . ` Hark ! '
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Irish Mavericks Red Umballa evening lama marking-flag minutes ruby tree-trunks