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 . Kim 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 . ` It is well ' , the Saddhu whispered , jammed in the calling , shouting , bewildered press -- a Persian greyhound between his feet and a cageful of yelling hawks under charge of a Rajput falconer in the small of his back . ` He has gone now to send word of the letter which I hid . They told me he was in Peshawur . I might have known that he is like the crocodile -- always at the other ford . He has saved me from present calamity , but I owe my life to thee . ' ` Is he also one of Us ? '
XXXXX ducked under a Mewar camel-driver 's greasy armpit and cannoned off a covey of jabbering Sikh matrons .
D.S.P. E23 Jat Kim Peshawur Queen Sahib cageful falconer impertinence