The basket with the red top that the Sahibs pack themselves every morning . ' ` Thus it is proved , ' said the Shamlegh man adroitly , ` that they are Sahibs of no account . Who ever heard of Fostum Sahib , or Yankling Sahib , or even the little Peel Sahib that sits up of nights to shoot serow -- I say , who , ever heard of these Sahibs coming into the hills without a down-country cook , and a bearer , and -- and all manner of well-paid , high-handed and oppressive folk in their tail ? How can they make trouble ? What of the kilta ? ' ` Nothing , but that it is full of the Written Word -- books and papers in which they wrote , and strange instruments , as of worship . ' ` Shamlegh-midden will take them all . ' ` True ! But how if we insult the Sahibs ' Gods thereby ! I do not like to handle the Written Word in that fashion . And their brass idols are beyond my comprehension . It is no plunder for simple hill-folk . ' ` The old man still sleeps . Hst ! We will ask his chela . ' The Ao-chung man refreshed himself , and swelled with pride of leadership . ` We have here , ' he whispered , ' a kilta whose nature we do not know . ' ` But I do , ' said Kim cautiously . The lama drew breath in natural , easy sleep , and Kim had been thinking of Hurree 's last words . As a player of the Great Game , he was disposed just then to reverence the Babu .
` It is a XXXXX with a red top full of very wonderful things , not to be handled by fools . ' '
Hst Hurree Kim Sahibs Shamlegh-midden chela hill-folk kilta lama serow