` Tum mut ? You drunk ? You must n't bang about as though Delhi station belonged to you , my friend . ' E23 , not moving a muscle of his countenance , answered with a stream of the filthiest abuse , at which Kim naturally rejoiced . It reminded him of the drummer-boys and the barrack-sweepers at Umballa in the terrible time of his first schooling . ` My good fool , ' the Englishman drawled . ` Nickle-jao ! Go back to your carriage . ' Step by step , withdrawing deferentially and dropping his voice , the yellow Saddhu clomb back to the carriage , cursing the D.S.P. to remotest posterity , by -- here Kim almost jumped -- by the curse of the Queen 's Stone , by the writing under the Queen 's Stone , and by an assortment of Gods with wholly , new names . ' I do n't know what you 're saying , ' -- the Englishman flushed angrily -- ` but it 's some piece of blasted impertinence . Come out of that ! ' E23 , affecting to misunderstand , gravely produced his ticket , which the Englishman wrenched angrily from his hand . ` Oh , zoolum ! What oppression ! ' growled the Jat from his corner . ` All for the sake of a jest too . ' He had been grinning at the freedom of the Saddhu 's tongue . ` Thy charms do not work well today , Holy One ! ' The Saddhu followed the policeman , fawning and supplicating . The ruck of passengers , busy , with their babies and their bundles , had not noticed the affair .
XXXXX slipped out behind him ; for it flashed through his head that he had heard this angry , stupid Sahib discoursing loud personalities to an old lady near Umballa three years ago .
E23 Englishman Jat Kim Nickle-jao Queen Saddhu first mut ruck