Wait here at least till the dawn . What manner of fakir art thou , to shiver at a little watching ? ' ` Oho ! ' thought Kim , behind close-shut eyes . ` Once again it is Mahbub . Indeed a white stallion 's pedigree is not a good thing to peddle to Sahibs ! Or maybe Mahbub has been selling other news . Now what is to do , Kim ? I know not where Mahbub houses , and if he comes here before the dawn they will shoot him . That would be no profit for thee , Kim . And this is not a matter for the police . That would be no profit for Mahbub ; and ' -- he giggled almost aloud -- ' I do not remember any lesson at Nucklao which will help me . Allah ! Here is Kim and yonder are they . First , then , Kim must wake and go away , so that they shall not suspect . A bad dream wakes a man -- thus -- ' He threw the blanket off his face , and raised himself suddenly with the terrible , bubbling , meaningless yell of the Asiatic roused by nightmare . ` Urr-urr-urr-urr ! Ya-la-la-la-la ! Narain ! The churel !
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Asiatic Kim Mahbub Narain Nucklao Oho Sahibs Urr-urr-urr-urr Ya-la-la-la-la churel