` This is not to Mahbub , but to a priest . Take thy pen and write quickly . To Teshoo Lama , the Holy One from Bhotiyal seeking for a River , who is now in the Temple of the Tirthankars at Benares . Take more ink ! In three days I am to go down to Nucklao to the school at Nucklao . The name of the school is Xavier . I do not know where that school is , but it is at Nucklao . ' ` But I know Nucklao , ' the writer interrupted . ' I know the school . ' ` Tell him where it is , and I give half an anna . ' The reed pen scratched busily . ` He can not mistake . ' The man lifted his head . ` Who watches us across the street ? ' Kim looked up hurriedly and saw Colonel Creighton in tennis-flannels . ` Oh , that is some Sahib who knows the fat priest in the barracks . He is beckoning me . ' ` What dost thou ? ' said the Colonel , when Kim trotted up . ` I -- I am not running away .
I send a letter to my Holy One at XXXXX . ' '
Benares Bhotiyal Kim Lama Mahbub Nucklao Sahib Xavier days tennis-flannels