O Lurgan Sahib ! Is it an order that thy servant does not speak to me ? ' ` It is an order . ' The voice came from behind him and he started . ` Very good . But remember , ' he muttered , as he resought the quilt , ' I will beat thee in the morning . I do not love Hindus . ' That was no cheerful night ; the room being overfull of voices and music . Kim was waked twice by someone calling his name . The second time he set out in search , and ended by bruising his nose against a box that certainly spoke with a human tongue , but in no sort of human accent . It seemed to end in a tin trumpet and to be joined by wires to a smaller box on the floor -- so far , at least , as he could judge by touch . And the voice , very hard and whirring , came out of the trumpet . Kim rubbed his nose and grew furious , thinking , as usual , in Hindi . ` This with a beggar from the bazar might be good , but -- I am a Sahib and the son of a Sahib and , which is twice as much more beside , a student of Nucklao . Yess ' -LRB- here he turned to English -RRB- , ' a boy of St Xavier 's . Damn Mr Lurgan 's eyes ! -- It is some sort of machinery like a sewing-machine . Oh , it is a great cheek of him -- we are not frightened that way at Lucknow -- No ! ' Then in Hindi : ` But what does he gain ? He is only a trader -- I am in his shop .
But Creighton XXXXX is a Colonel -- and I think Creighton Sahib gave orders that it should be done .
English Kim Lucknow Nucklao Sahib Yess bazar night overfull quilt