The lama , deep in meditation , stared straight before him ; and the farmer , glancing furtively , gathered up his belongings . ` Nothing here but a parcel of holy-bolies , ' said the Englishman aloud , and passed on amid a ripple of uneasiness ; for native police mean extortion to the native all India over . ` The trouble now , ' whispered E23 , ` lies in sending a wire as to the place where I hid that letter I was sent to find . I can not go to the tar-office in this guise . ' ` Is it not enough I have saved thy neck ? ' ` Not if the work be left unfinished . Did never the healer of sick pearls tell thee so ? Comes another Sahib ! Ah ! ' This was a tallish , sallowish District Superintendent of Police -- belt , helmet , polished spurs and all -- strutting and twirling his dark moustache . ` What fools are these Police Sahibs ! ' said Kim genially . E23 glanced up under his eyelids . ` It is well said , ' he muttered in a changed voice . ' I go to drink water . Keep my place . ' He blundered out almost into the Englishman 's arms , and was bad-worded in clumsy Urdu . ` 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 XXXXX naturally rejoiced .
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