Oh, the weary Road!' Kim felt that he too needed rest.
'That is lawful.

Let us eat and go.

The Arrow fell in the Plains ...
but I yielded to Desire.

Make ready, chela.' Kim turned to the woman with the turquoise headgear who had been idly pitching pebbles over the cliff.

She smiled very kindly.
'I found him like a strayed buffalo in a cornfield--the Babu; snorting and sneezing with cold.