` And a Son of the Charm , ' said Kim under his breath , as the Kamboh made haste to prepare a pipe lest the Mahratta should beg . ` And who is that ? ' the Mahratta asked , glancing sideways nervously . ` One whose child I -- we have cured , who lies under great debt to us . Sit by the window , man from Jullundur . Here is a sick one . ' ` Humph ! I have no desire to mix with chance-met wastrels . My ears are not long . I am not a woman wishing to overhear secrets . ' The Jat slid himself heavily into a far corner . ` Art thou anything of a healer ? I am ten leagues deep in calamity , ' cried the Mahratta , picking up the cue . ` This man is cut and bruised all over . I go about to cure him , ' Kim retorted . ` None interfered between thy babe and me . ' ' I am rebuked , ' said the Kamboh meekly . ' I am thy debtor for the life of my son . Thou art a miracle-worker -- I know it . ' ` Show me the cuts . '
XXXXX bent over the Mahratta 's neck , his heart nearly choking him ; for this was the Great Game with a vengeance .
Charm Jat Jullundur Kamboh Kim Mahratta cue debtor miracle-worker wastrels