'Yonder is the Sahib.' said Kim, and dodged sideways among the cases of the arts and manufacturers wing.
Kim laid himself down, his ear against a crack in the heat-split cedar door, and, following his instinct, stretched out to listen and watch.
The old man halted by Zam-Zammah and looked round till his eye fell on Kim. The inspiration of his pilgrimage had left him for awhile, and he felt old, forlorn, and very empty.
Owl!' was Kim's retort on the lama's behalf 'Sit under that gun if it please thee.
That was an utterly unfounded charge sprung on the spur of the moment, but it silenced Dunnoo, who knew that Kim's clear yell could call up legions of bad bazar boys if need arose.
'And whom didst thou worship within?' said Kim affably, squatting in the shade beside the lama.
'Those who beg in silence starve in silence,' said Kim, quoting a native proverb.
'No,' said Kim. 'Thy man is rather yagi [bad-tempered] than yogi
Up flew Kim's hard little heel and caught him on his moist blue nose.
'But my yogi is not a cow,' said Kim gravely, making a hole with his fingers in the top of the mound.
But she filled it, none the less, with good, steaming vegetable curry, clapped a fried cake atop, and a morsel of clarified butter on the cake, dabbed a lump of sour tamarind conserve at the side; and Kim looked at the load lovingly.
But Kim had danced off ere the end of the sentence, dodging pariah dogs and hungry acquaintances.