Then in Hindi : ` But what does he gain ? He is only a trader -- I am in his shop . But Creighton Sahib is a Colonel -- and I think Creighton Sahib gave orders that it should be done . How I will beat that Hindu in the morning ! What is this ? ' The trumpet-box was pouring out a string of the most elaborate abuse that even Kim had ever heard , in a high uninterested voice , that for a moment lifted the short hairs of his neck . When the vile thing drew breath , Kim was reassured by the soft , sewing-machine-like whirr . ` Chup ! -LSB- Be still -RSB- ' he cried , and again he heard a chuckle that decided him . ` Chup -- or I break your head . ' The box took no heed . Kim wrenched at the tin trumpet and something lifted with a click . He had evidently raised a lid . If there were a devil inside , now was its time , for -- he sniffed -- thus did the sewing-machines of the bazar smell . He would clean that shaitan . He slipped off his jacket , and plunged it into the box 's mouth . Something long and round bent under the pressure , there was a whirr and the voice stopped -- as voices must if you ram a thrice-doubled coat on to the wax cylinder and into the works of an expensive phonograph . Kim finished his slumbers with a serene mind . In the morning he was aware of Lurgan Sahib looking down on him . ` Oah ! '
said XXXXX , firmly resolved to cling to his Sahib-dom .
Chup Hindu Kim Oah Sahib morning sewing-machines shaitan slumbers whirr