` Not less than the greatest . We are both fortunate ! I will make report to him of what thou hast done . I am safe under his protection . ' He bored through the edge of the crowd besieging the carriages , and squatted by the bench near the telegraph-office . ` Return , or they take thy place ! Have no fear for the work , brother -- or my life . Thou hast given me breathing-space , and Strickland Sahib has pulled me to land . We may work together at the Game yet . Farewell ! ' Kim hurried to his carriage : elated , bewildered , but a little nettled in that he had no key to the secrets about him . ' I am only a beginner at the Game , that is sure . I could not have leaped into safety as did the Saddhu . He knew it was darkest under the lamp . I could not have thought to tell news under pretence of cursing ... and how clever was the Sahib ! No matter , I saved the life of one ... Where is the Kamboh gone , Holy One ? ' he whispered , as he took his seat in the now crowded compartment . ' A fear gripped him , ' the lama replied , with a touch of tender malice . ` He saw thee change the Mahratta to a Saddhu in the twinkling of an eye , as a protection against evil . That shook him .
Then he saw the XXXXX fall sheer into the hands of the polis -- all the effect of thy art .
Holy Kamboh Kim Mahratta Saddhu Sahib carriages fear lama telegraph-office