A sleepy clerk grunted and flung out a ticket to the next station , just six miles distant . ` Nay , ' said Kim , scanning it with a grin . ` This may serve for farmers , but I live in the city of Lahore . It was cleverly done , Babu . Now give the ticket to Umballa . ' The Babu scowled and dealt the proper ticket . ` Now another to Amritzar , ' said Kim , who had no notion of spending Mahbub Ali 's money on anything so crude as a paid ride to Umballa . ` The price is so much . The small money in return is just so much . I know the ways of the te-rain ... Never did yogi need chela as thou dost , ' he went on merrily to the bewildered lama . ` They would have flung thee out at Mian Mir but for me . This way ! Come ! ' He returned the money , keeping only one anna in each rupee of the price of the Umballa ticket as his commission -- the immemorial commission of Asia . The lama jibbed at the open door of a crowded third-class carriage . ` Were it not better to walk ? ' said he weakly . A burly Sikh artisan thrust forth his bearded head . ` Is he afraid ? Do not be afraid .
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Ali Amritzar Babu Kim Lahore Mir Umballa chela lama te-rain