A priest always takes his share . ' Whisky was demoralizing the Ao-chung man . ` It is no matter to me . ' Kim answered , with the craft of his mother-country . ` Share it among you , and see what comes ! ' ` Not I. I was only jesting . Give the order . There is more than enough for us all . We go our way from Shamlegh in the dawn . ' They arranged and re-arranged their artless little plans for another hour , while Kim shivered with cold and pride . The humour of the situation tickled the Irish and the Oriental in his soul . Here were the emissaries of the dread Power of the North , very possibly as great in their own land as Mahbub or Colonel Creighton , suddenly smitten helpless . One of them , he privately knew , would be lame for a time . They had made promises to Kings . Tonight they lay out somewhere below him , chartless , foodless , tentless , gunless -- except for Hurree Babu , guideless . And this collapse of their Great Game -LRB- Kim wondered to whom they would report it -RRB- , this panicky bolt into the night , had come about through no craft of Hurree 's or contrivance of Kim 's , but simply , beautifully , and inevitably as the capture of Mahbub 's fakir-friends by the zealous young policeman at Umballa . ` They are there -- with nothing ; and , by Jove , it is cold ! I am here with all their things . Oh , they will be angry ! I am sorry for Hurree Babu . '
XXXXX might have saved his pity , for though at that moment the Bengali suffered acutely in the flesh , his soul was puffed and lofty .
Hurree Irish Jove Kim North Umballa guideless hour mother-country night