Let us go back to the resting-place . After we have eaten we will come again . It certainly was a Red Bull -- my Red Bull . ' They were both noticeably absent-minded when the old lady 's retinue set their meal before them ; so none broke their reserve , for it is not lucky to annoy guests . ` Now , ' said Kim , picking his teeth , ` we will return to that place ; but thou , O Holy One , must wait a little way off , because thy feet are heavier than mine and I am anxious to see more of that Red Bull . ' ` But how canst thou understand the talk ? Walk slowly . The road is dark , ' the lama replied uneasily . Kim put the question aside . ' I marked a place near to the trees , ' said he , ` where thou canst sit till I call . Nay , ' as the lama made some sort of protest , ` remember this is my Search -- the Search for my Red Bull . The sign in the Stars was not for thee . I know a little of the customs of white soldiers , and I always desire to see some new things . ' ` What dost thou not know of this world ? ' The lama squatted obediently in a little hollow of the ground not a hundred yards from the hump of the mango-trees dark against the star-powdered sky . ` Stay till I call . ' Kim flitted into the dusk . He knew that in all probability there would be sentries round the camp , and smiled to himself as he heard the thick boots of one . A boy who can dodge over the roofs of Lahore city on a moonlight night , using every little patch and corner of darkness to discomfit his pursuer , is not likely to be checked by a line of well-trained soldiers . He paid them the compliment of crawling between a couple , and , running and halting , crouching and dropping flat , worked his way toward the lighted Mess-tent where , close pressed behind the mango-tree , he waited till some chance word should give him a returnable lead .
The one thing now in his mind was further information as to the XXXXX Bull .
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