'The Sahib's son thinks thou art a little fool.

Come out, and next time thy heart is troubled, do not try white arsenic quite so openly.

Surely the Devil Dasim was lord of our table-cloth that day! It might have made me ill, child, and then a stranger would have guarded the jewels.
Come!' The child, heavy-eyed with much weeping, crept out from behind the bale and flung himself passionately at Lurgan Sahib's feet, with an extravagance of remorse that impressed even Kim.
'I will look into the ink-pools--I will faithfully guard the jewels! Oh, my Father and my Mother, send him away!' He indicated Kim with a backward jerk of his bare heel.
'Not yet--not yet.

In a little while he will go away again.

But now he is at school--at a new madrissah--and thou shalt be his teacher.
Play the Play of the Jewels against him.