` Who else ? I have been in his service . Take more ink . Again . As the order was , so I did it . We then went on foot towards Benares , but on the third day we found a certain regiment . Is that down ? ' ` Ay , pulton , ' murmured the writer , all ears . ' I went into their camp and was caught , and by means of the charm about my neck , which thou knowest , it was established that I was the son of some man in the regiment : according to the prophecy of the Red Bull , which thou knowest was common talk of our bazar . ' Kim waited for this shaft to sink into the letter-writer 's heart , cleared his throat , and continued : ' A priest clothed me and gave me a new name ... One priest , however , was a fool . The clothes are very heavy , but I am a Sahib and my heart is heavy too . They send me to a school and beat me . I do not like the air and water here . Come then and help me , Mahbub Ali , or send me some money , for I have not sufficient to pay the writer who writes this . ' ' `` Who writes this . '' It is my own fault that I was tricked . Thou art as clever as Husain Bux that forged the Treasury stamps at Nucklao . But what a tale ! What a tale ! Is it true by any chance ? '
` It does not profit to tell lies to Mahbub XXXXX .
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