The Ao-chung man refreshed himself , and swelled with pride of leadership . ` We have here , ' he whispered , ' a kilta whose nature we do not know . ' ` But I do , ' said Kim cautiously . The lama drew breath in natural , easy sleep , and Kim had been thinking of Hurree 's last words . As a player of the Great Game , he was disposed just then to reverence the Babu . ` It is a kilta with a red top full of very wonderful things , not to be handled by fools . ' ' I said it ; I said it , ' cried the bearer of that burden . ` Thinkest thou it will betray us ? ' ` Not if it be given to me . I can draw out its magic . Otherwise it will do great harm . ' ' 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 XXXXX shivered with cold and pride .
Ao-chung Babu Hurree Kim Shamlegh burden kilta lama mother-country things