` But I know Nucklao , ' the writer interrupted . ' I know the school . ' ` Tell him where it is , and I give half an anna . ' The reed pen scratched busily . ` He can not mistake . ' The man lifted his head . ` Who watches us across the street ? ' Kim looked up hurriedly and saw Colonel Creighton in tennis-flannels . ` Oh , that is some Sahib who knows the fat priest in the barracks . He is beckoning me . ' ` What dost thou ? ' said the Colonel , when Kim trotted up . ` I -- I am not running away . I send a letter to my Holy One at Benares . ' ' I had not thought of that . Hast thou said that I take thee to Lucknow ? ' ` Nay , I have not . Read the letter , if there be a doubt . ' ` Then why hast thou left out my name in writing to that Holy One ? ' The Colonel smiled a queer smile .
XXXXX took his courage in both hands .
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