Good-bye, my dear fallow, and when next you are under thee emotions please do not use the Mohammedan terms with the Tibetan dress.' He shook hands twice--a Babu to his boot-heels--and opened the door.
With the fall of the sunlight upon his still triumphant face he returned to the humble Dacca quack.
'He robbed them,' thought Kim, forgetting his own share in the game.
'He tricked them.

He lied to them like a Bengali.

They give him a chit [a testimonial].

He makes them a mock at the risk of his life--I never would have gone down to them after the pistol-shots--and then he says he is a fearful man ...

And he is a fearful man.