said the Flower with deep disgust , rolling Mahbub 's head from her lap . ' I earn my money . Farrukh Shah is a bear , Ali Beg a swashbuckler , and old Sikandar Khan -- yaie ! Go ! I sleep now . This swine will not stir till dawn . ' When Mahbub woke , the Flower talked to him severely on the sin of drunkenness . Asiatics do not wink when they have outmanoeuvred an enemy , but as Mahbub Ali cleared his throat , tightened his belt , and staggered forth under the early morning stars , he came very near to it . ` What a colt 's trick ! ' said he to himself . ` As if every girl in Peshawur did not use it ! But 't was prettily done . Now God He knows how many more there be upon the Road who have orders to test me -- perhaps with the knife . So it stands that the boy must go to Umballa -- and by rail -- for the writing is something urgent . I abide here , following the Flower and drinking wine as an Afghan coper should . ' He halted at the stall next but one to his own . His men lay there heavy with sleep . There was no sign of Kim or the lama . ` Up ! ' He stirred a sleeper .
` Whither went those who lay here last even -- the XXXXX and the boy ?
't Ali Asiatics Flower Khan Peshawur Umballa lama swashbuckler yaie