of the India Council; and here gather all the sub-sub-agents
of half the Native States. Here, too, Mahbub
Ali rented a room, much more securely locked than
his bulkhead at Lahore, in the house of a Mohammedan
cattle-dealer. It was a place of miracles, too,
for there went in at twilight a Mohammedan horseboy,
and there came out an hour later a Eurasian lad —
the Lucknow girl’s dye was of the best —
in badly-fitting shop-clothes.
‘I have spoken with Creighton Sahib,’
quoth Mahbub Ali, ’and a second time has the
Hand of Friendship averted the Whip of Calamity.
He says that thou hast altogether wasted sixty days
upon the Road, and it is too late, therefore, to send
thee to any Hill-school.’
’I have said that my holidays are my own.
I do not go to school twice over. That is one
part of my bond.’
’The Colonel Sahib is not yet aware of that
contract. Thou art to lodge in Lurgan Sahib’s
house till it is time to go again to Nucklao.’
‘I had sooner lodge with thee, Mahbub.’
’Thou dost not know the honour. Lurgan
Sahib himself asked for thee. Thou wilt go up
the hill and along the road atop, and there thou must
forget for a while that thou hast ever seen or spoken
to me, Mahbub Ali, who sells horses to Creighton Sahib,
whom thou dost not know. Remember this order.’
Kim nodded. ‘Good,’ said he, ‘and
who is Lurgan Sahib? Nay’ — he caught
Mahbub’s sword-keen glance — ’indeed
I have never heard his name. Is he by chance
— he lowered his voice — ‘one of
us?’
‘What talk is this of us, Sahib?’ Mahbub
Ali returned, in the tone he used towards Europeans.
’I am a Pathan; thou art a Sahib and the son
of a Sahib. Lurgan Sahib has a shop among the
European shops. All Simla knows it. Ask
there ... and, Friend of all the World, he is one
to be obeyed to the last wink of his eyelashes.
Men say he does magic, but that should not touch
thee. Go up the hill and ask. Here begins
the Great Game.’
S’ doaks was son of Yelth the wise —
Chief of the Raven clan.
Itswoot the Bear had him in care
To make him a medicine-man.
He was quick and quicker to learn —
Bold and bolder to dare:
He danced the dread Kloo-Kwallie Dance
To tickle Itswoot the Bear!
Oregon Legend
Kim flung himself whole-heartedly upon the next turn
of the wheel. He would be a Sahib again for a
while. In that idea, so soon as he had reached
the broad road under Simla Town Hall, he cast about
for one to impress. A Hindu child, some ten
years old, squatted under a lamp-post.
‘Where is Mr Lurgan’s house?’ demanded
Kim.
‘I do not understand English,’ was the
answer, and Kim shifted his speech accordingly.
‘I will show.’
Together they set off through the mysterious dusk,
full of the noises of a city below the hillside, and
the breath of a cool wind in deodar-crowned Jakko,
shouldering the stars. The house-lights, scattered
on every level, made, as it were, a double firmament.
Some were fixed, others belonged to the ’rickshaws
of the careless, open-spoken English folk, going out
to dinner.
