Here was deadly insult on deadlier injury -- and the Sahib to whom he had so craftily given that war-waking letter heard it all . Kim beheld Mahbub Ali frying in flame for his treachery , but for himself he saw one long grey vista of barracks , schools , and barracks again . He gazed imploringly at the clear-cut face in which there was no glimmer of recognition ; but even at this extremity it never occurred to him to throw himself on the white man 's mercy or to denounce the Afghan . And Mahbub stared deliberately at the Englishman , who stared as deliberately at Kim , quivering and tongue-tied . ` My horse is well trained , ' said the dealer . ` Others would have kicked , Sahib . ' ` Ah , ' said the Englishman at last , rubbing his pony 's damp withers with his whip-butt . ` Who makes the boy a soldier ? ' ` He says the Regiment that found him , and especially the Padre-sahib of that regiment . ` There is the Padre ! ' Kim choked as bare-headed Father Victor sailed down upon them from the veranda . ` Powers O ' Darkness below , O'Hara ! How many more mixed friends do you keep in Asia ? ' he cried , as Kim slid down and stood helplessly before him . ` Good morning , Padre , ' the Englishman said cheerily . ' I know you by reputation well enough . Meant to have come over and called before this . I 'm Creighton . ' ` Of the Ethnological Survey ? ' said Father Victor .
The XXXXX nodded .
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