` Go back to the coolies , ' whispered the Babu in his ear . ` They have the baggage . The papers are in the kilta with the red top , but look through all . Take their papers , and specially the murasla -LSB- King 's letter -RSB- . Go ! The other man comes ! ' Kim tore uphill . A revolver-bullet rang on a rock by his side , and he cowered partridge-wise . ` If you shoot , ' shouted Hurree , ` they will descend and annihilate us . I have rescued the gentleman , sar . This is particularly dangerous . ' ` By Jove ! ' Kim was thinking hard in English . ` This is dam ' - tight place , but I think it is self-defence . ' He felt in his bosom for Mahbub 's gift , and uncertainly -- save for a few practice shots in the Bikanir desert , he had never used the little gun -- pulled the trigger . ` What did I say , sar ! ' The Babu seemed to be in tears . ` Come down here and assist to resuscitate . We are all up a tree , I tell you . ' The shots ceased .
There was a sound of stumbling feet , and XXXXX hurried upward through the gloom , swearing like a cat -- or a country-bred .
Babu Bikanir English Hurree Jove Kim Mahbub coolies kilta murasla