That would be no profit for thee, Kim.
And this is not a matter for the police.

That would be no profit for Mahbub; and'-- he giggled almost aloud--'I do not remember any lesson at Nucklao which will help me.

Allah! Here is Kim and yonder are they.
First, then, Kim must wake and go away, so that they shall not suspect.
A bad dream wakes a man--thus--' He threw the blanket off his face, and raised himself suddenly with the terrible, bubbling, meaningless yell of the Asiatic roused by nightmare.
'Urr-urr-urr-urr! Ya-la-la-la-la! Narain! The churel! The churel!' A churel is the peculiarly malignant ghost of a woman who has died in child-bed.

She haunts lonely roads, her feet are turned backwards on the ankles, and she leads men to torment.
Louder rose Kim's quavering howl, till at last he leaped to his feet and staggered off sleepily, while the camp cursed him for waking them.
Some twenty yards farther up the line he lay down again, taking care that the whisperers should hear his grunts and groans as he recomposed himself.

After a few minutes he rolled towards the road and stole away into the thick darkness.
He paddled along swiftly till he came to a culvert, and dropped behind it, his chin on a level with the coping-stone.