if he chose, he could escape into great, grey, formless India,
beyond tents and padres and colonels. Meantime, if the Sahibs were
to be impressed, he would do his best to impress them. He too was a
white man.

After much talk that he could not comprehend, they handed him over
to a sergeant, who had strict instructions not to let him escape.
The Regiment would go on to Umballa, and Kim would be sent up,
partly at the expense of the Lodge and in part by subscription, to
a place called Sanawar.

'It's miraculous past all whooping, Colonel,' said Father Victor,
when he had talked without a break for ten minutes. 'His Buddhist
friend has levanted after taking my name and address. I can't quite
make out whether he'll pay for the boy's education or whether he is
preparing some sort of witchcraft on his own account.' Then to Kim:
'You'll live to be grateful to your friend the Red Bull yet. We'll
make a man of you at Sanawar - even at the price o' making you a
Protestant.'

'Certainly - most certainly,' said Bennett.

'But you will not go to Sanawar,' said Kim.

'But we will go to Sanawar, little man. That's the order of the
Commander-in-Chief, who's a trifle more important than O'Hara's
son.'

'You will not go to Sanawar. You will go to thee War.'