` What new devilry ? ' ` Eight annas , and I will tell , ' said Kim , grinning . ` It touches thy peace . ' ' O Shaitan ! ' Mahbub gave the money . ` Rememberest thou the little business of the thieves in the dark , down yonder at Umballa ? ' ` Seeing they sought my life , I have not altogether forgotten . Why ? ' ` Rememberest thou the Kashmir Serai ? ' ' I will twist thy ears in a moment -- Sahib . ' ` No need -- Pathan . Only , the second fakir , whom the Sahibs beat senseless , was the man who came to search thy bulkhead at Lahore . I saw his face as they helped him on the engine . The very same man . ' ` Why didst thou not tell before ? ' ` Oh , he will go to jail , and be safe for some years . There is no need to tell more than is necessary at any one time . Besides , I did not then need money for sweetmeats . ' ` Allah kerim ! ' said Mahbub Ah .
` Wilt thou some day sell my head for a few XXXXX if the fit takes thee ? '
Lahore Sahib Sahibs Serai Shaitan annas fakir kerim sweetmeats years