And their brass idols are beyond my comprehension.

It is no plunder for simple hill-folk.' 'The old man still sleeps.

Hst! We will ask his chela.' The Ao-chung man refreshed himself, and swelled with pride of leadership.
'We have here,' he whispered, 'a kilta whose nature we do not know.' 'But I do,' said Kim cautiously.

The lama drew breath in natural, easy sleep, and Kim had been thinking of Hurree's last words.

As a player of the Great Game, he was disposed just then to reverence the Babu.
'It is a kilta with a red top full of very wonderful things, not to be handled by fools.' 'I said it; I said it,' cried the bearer of that burden.