Think how far thou art on the road--an hundred miles from Lahore already.' 'Yea--and farther from my monastery.

Alas! It is a great and terrible world.' Kim stole out and away, as unremarkable a figure as ever carried his own and a few score thousand other folk's fate slung round his neck.
Mahbub Ali's directions left him little doubt of the house in which his Englishman lived; and a groom, bringing a dog-cart home from the Club, made him quite sure.

It remained only to identify his man, and Kim slipped through the garden hedge and hid in a clump of plumed grass close to the veranda.

The house blazed with lights, and servants moved about tables dressed with flowers, glass, and silver.

Presently forth came an Englishman, dressed in black and white, humming a tune.