They called men into the tent -- one of them certainly was the Colonel , as his father had prophesied -- and they asked him an infinity of questions , chiefly about the woman who looked after him , all of which Kim answered truthfully . They did not seem to think the woman a good guardian . After all , this was the newest of his experiences . Sooner or later , if he chose , he could escape into great , grey , formless India , beyond tents and padres and colonels . Meantime , if the Sahibs were to be impressed , he would do his best to impress them . He too was a white man . After much talk that he could not comprehend , they handed him over to a sergeant , who had strict instructions not to let him escape . The Regiment would go on to Umballa , and Kim would be sent up , partly at the expense of the Lodge and in part by subscription , to a place called Sanawar . ` It 's miraculous past all whooping , Colonel , ' said Father Victor , when he had talked without a break for ten minutes . ` His Buddhist friend has levanted after taking my name and address . I ca n't quite make out whether he 'll pay for the boy 's education or whether he is preparing some sort of witchcraft on his own account . ' Then to Kim : ` You 'll live to be grateful to your friend the Red Bull yet . We 'll make a man of you at Sanawar -- even at the price o ' making you a Protestant . ' ` Certainly -- most certainly , ' said Bennett . ` But you will not go to Sanawar , ' said Kim . ` But we will go to Sanawar , little man . That 's the order of the Commander-in-Chief , who 's a trifle more important than O'Hara 's son . ' ` You will not go to Sanawar . You will go to thee War . ' There was a shout of laughter from the full tent .
` When you know your own Regiment a trifle better you wo n't confuse the line of march with line of battle , XXXXX .
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