one from Simla and change their dress for the sake of a few sweet words. I am not a child. Talk Hindi and let us get to the yolk of the egg. Thou art here—speaking not one word of truth in ten. Why art thou here? Give a straight answer.'
'That is so verree disconcerting of the European, Mister O'Hara. You should know a heap better at your time of life.'
'But I want to know, ' said Kim, laughing. 'If it is the Game, I may help. How can I do anything if you bukk (boggle) all round the shop?'
Hurree Babu reached for the pipe, and sucked it till it guggled again.
'Now I will speak vernacular. You sit tight, Mister O'Hara. It concerns the pedigree of a white stallion.'
'Still? That was finished long ago.'
'When every one is dead the Great Game is finished. Not before. Listen to me till the end. There were Five Kings who prepared a sudden war three years ago, when thou wast given the stallion's pedigree by Mahbub Ali. Upon them, because of that news, and ere they were ready, fell our Army.'
'Ay—eight thousand men with guns. I remember that night.'
'But the war was not pushed. That is the Government custom. The troops were recalled because the Government believed the Five Kings were cowed; and it is not cheap to feed men among the high passes. Hilás and Bunár—Rajahs with guns—undertook for a price to guard the passes against all coming from the North. They protested both fear and friendship.' He broke off with a giggle into English: 'Of course, I tell you this unoffeecially to elucidate political situation, Mister O'Hara. Offeecially I am debarred from criticising any action of superior. Now I go on.— This pleased the Sirkar, anxious to avoid expense, and a bond was
