Powers o ' Darkness , I 'm bursting to tell someone who knows something o ' the native ! ' A groom came round the corner . Colonel Creighton raised his voice , speaking in Urdu . ` Very good , Mahbub Ali , but what is the use of telling me all those stories about the pony ? Not one pice more than three hundred and fifty rupees will I give . ' ` The Sahib is a little hot and angry after riding , ' the horse-dealer returned , with the leer of a privileged jester . ` Presently , he will see my horse 's points more clearly . I will wait till he has finished his talk with the Padre . I will wait under that tree . ' ` Confound you ! ' The Colonel laughed . ` That comes of looking at one of Mahbub 's horses . He 's a regular old leech , Padre . Wait , then , if thou hast so much time to spare , Mahbub . Now I 'm at your service , Padre . Where is the boy ? Oh , he 's gone off to collogue with Mahbub . Queer sort of boy . Might I ask you to send my mare round under cover ? ' He dropped into a chair which commanded a clear view of Kim and Mahbub Ali in conference beneath the tree .
The XXXXX went indoors for cheroots .
Ali Creighton Padre Sahib Urdu horse-dealer jester leech leer pice