The speaker struck passionately at a tall weed . ` We have nowhere left our mark yet . Nowhere ! That , do you understand , is what disquiets me . ' He scowled at the placid face , and the monumental calm of the pose . ` Have patience . We shall make your mark together -- we and you young people . Meantime , draw his picture . ' The Babu advanced loftily ; his back out of all keeping with his deferential speech , or his wink towards Kim . ` Holy One , these be Sahibs . My medicines cured one of a flux , and I go into Simla to oversee his recovery . They wish to see thy picture -- ' ` To heal the sick is always good . This is the Wheel of Life , ' said the lama , ` the same I showed thee in the hut at Ziglaur when the rain fell . ' ` And to hear thee expound it . ' The lama 's eyes lighted at the prospect of new listeners . ` To expound the Most Excellent Way is good . Have they any knowledge of Hindi , such as had the Keeper of Images ? ' ' A little , maybe . ' Hereat , simply as a child engrossed with a new game , the lama threw back his head and began the full-throated invocation of the Doctor of Divinity ere he opens the full doctrine . The strangers leaned on their alpenstocks and listened .
XXXXX , squatting humbly , watched the red sunlight on their faces , and the blend and parting of their long shadows .
Babu Doctor Hereat Kim Life Sahibs Ziglaur disquiets lama left