Give him the water of the other three , and the other half of this white pill when he wakes . Meantime , here is another brown medicine that he may suck at on the way home . ' ` Gods , what wisdom ! ' said the Kamboh , snatching . It was as much as Kim could remember of his own treatment in a bout of autumn malaria -- if you except the patter that he added to impress the lama . ` Now go ! Come again in the morning . ' ` But the price -- the price , ' said the Jat , and threw back his sturdy shoulders . ` My son is my son . Now that he will be whole again , how shall I go back to his mother and say I took help by the wayside and did not even give a bowl of curds in return ? ' ` They are alike , these Jats , ' said Kim softly . ` The Jat stood on his dunghill and the King 's elephants went by . `` O driver , '' said he , `` what will you sell those little donkeys for ? '' ' The Jat burst into a roar of laughter , stifled with apologies to the lama . ` It is the saying of my own country the very talk of it . So are we Jats all . I will come tomorrow with the child ; and the blessing of the Gods of the Homesteads -- who are good little Gods -- be on you both ... Now , son , we grow strong again . Do not spit it out , little Princeling ! King of my Heart , do not spit it out , and we shall be strong men , wrestlers and club-wielders , by morning . ' He moved away , crooning and mumbling .
The lama turned to XXXXX , and all the loving old soul of him looked out through his narrow eyes .
Jat Jats Kamboh Kim King Princeling club-wielders donkeys dunghill lama