'And after them comes the Bull - the Red Bull on the green field.
Look! It is he!'

He pointed to the flag that was snap snapping in the evening breeze
not ten feet away. It was no more than an ordinary camp marking-
flag; but the regiment, always punctilious in matters of millinery,
had charged it with the regimental device, the Red Bull, which is
the crest of the Mavericks - the great Red Bull on a background of
Irish green.

'I see, and now I remember.' said the lama. 'Certainly it is thy
Bull. Certainly, also, the two men came to make all ready.'

'They are soldiers - white soldiers. What said the priest? "The
sign over against the Bull is the sign of War and armed men." Holy
One, this thing touches my Search.'

'True. It is true.' The lama stared fixedly at the device that
flamed like a ruby in the dusk. 'The priest at Umballa said that
thine was the sign of War.'

'What is to do now?'

'Wait. Let us wait.'

'Even now the darkness clears,' said Kim. It was only natural that
the descending sun should at last strike through the tree-trunks,
across the grove, filling it with mealy gold light for a few
minutes; but to Kim it was the crown of the Umballa Brahmin's