Within earshot of the terain it was ! ' ` Why did he not slay thee out of hand ? ' ` They are not so foolish . If I am taken in Delhi at the instance of lawyers , upon a proven charge of murder , my body is handed over to the State that desires it . I go back guarded , and then -- I die slowly for an example to the rest of Us . The South is not my country . I run in circles -- like a goat with one eye . I have not eaten for two days . I am marked ' -- he touched the filthy bandage on his leg -- ` so that they will know me at Delhi . ' ` Thou art safe in the te-rain , at least . ' ` Live a year at the Great Game and tell me that again ! The wires will be out against me at Delhi , describing every tear and rag upon me . Twenty -- a hundred , if need be -- will have seen me slay that boy . And thou art useless ! ' Kim knew enough of native methods of attack not to doubt that the case would be deadly complete -- even to the corpse . The Mahratta twitched his fingers with pain from time to time . The Kamboh in his corner glared sullenly ; the lama was busy over his beads ; and Kim , fumbling doctor-fashion at the man 's neck , thought out his plan between invocations . ` Hast thou a charm to change my shape ? Else I am dead . Five -- ten minutes alone , if I had not been so pressed , and I might -- ' ` Is he cured yet , miracle-worker ? '
said the XXXXX jealously .
Delhi Kamboh Kim Mahratta doctor-fashion lama minutes murder te-rain terain