This is particularly dangerous.' 'By Jove!' Kim was thinking hard in English.

'This is dam'-tight place, but I think it is self-defence.' He felt in his bosom for Mahbub's gift, and uncertainly--save for a few practice shots in the Bikanir desert, he had never used the little gun--pulled the trigger.
'What did I say, sar!' The Babu seemed to be in tears.

'Come down here and assist to resuscitate.

We are all up a tree, I tell you.' The shots ceased.

There was a sound of stumbling feet, and Kim hurried upward through the gloom, swearing like a cat--or a country-bred.
'Did they wound thee, chela ?' called the lama above him.
'No.