Thou art here -- speaking not one word of truth in ten . Why art thou here ? Give a straight answer . ' ` That is so verree disconcerting of the Europeans , Mister O'Hara . You should know a heap better at your time of life . ' ` But I want to know , ' said Kim , laughing . ` If it is the Game , I may help . How can I do anything if you bukh -LSB- babble -RSB- all round the shop ? ' Hurree Babu reached for the pipe , and sucked it till it gurgled again . ` Now I will speak vernacular . You sit tight , Mister O'Hara ... It concerns the pedigree of a white stallion . ' ` Still ? That was finished long ago . ' ` When everyone is dead the Great Game is finished . Not before . Listen to me till the end . There were Five Kings who prepared a sudden war three years ago , when thou wast given the stallion 's pedigree by Mahbub Ali . Upon them , because of that news , and ere they were ready , fell our Army . ' ` Ay -- eight thousand men with guns . I remember that night . '
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