` May you never be tired , Pathan ! Oh , the hearts to be broken ! Oh , the eyes under the eyelashes , looking sideways ! ' Kim turned about , pointed his toes , stretched , and felt mechanically for the moustache that was just beginning . Then he stooped towards Mahbub 's feet to make proper acknowledgment with fluttering , quick-patting hands ; his heart too full for words . Mahbub forestalled and embraced him . ` My son , said he , ` what need of words between us ? But is not the little gun a delight ? All six cartridges come out at one twist . It is borne in the bosom next the skin , which , as it were , keeps it oiled . Never put it elsewhere , and please God , thou shalt some day kill a man with it . ' ` Hai mai ! ' said Kim ruefully . ` If a Sahib kills a man he is hanged in the jail . ' ` True : but one pace beyond the Border , men are wiser . Put it away ; but fill it first . Of what use is a gun unfed ? ' ` When I go back to the madrissah I must return it . They do not allow little guns . Thou wilt keep it for me ? '
` Son , I am wearied of that XXXXX , where they take the best years of a man to teach him what he can only learn upon the Road .
Hai Kim Mahbub Pathan Sahib day eyes first madrissah son