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'We be all on one lead-rope, then,' said Kim at last, 'the Colonel,
Mahbub Ali, and I - when I become a chain-man. He will use me as
Mahbub Ali employed me, I think. That is good, if it allows me to
return to the Road again. This clothing grows no easier by wear.'

When they came to the crowded Lucknow station there was no sign of
the lama. He swallowed his disappointment, while the Colonel
bundled him into a ticca-gharri with his neat belongings and
despatched him alone to St Xavier's.

'I do not say farewell, because we shall meet again,' he cried.
'Again, and many times, if thou art one of good spirit. But thou
art not yet tried.'

'Not when I brought thee' - Kim actually dared to use the turn of
equals - 'a white stallion's pedigree that night?'

'Much is gained by forgetting, little brother,' said the Colonel,
with a look that pierced through Kim's shoulder-blades as he
scuttled into the carriage.

It took him nearly five minutes to recover. Then he sniffed the new
air appreciatively. 'A rich city,' he said. 'Richer than Lahore.
How good the bazars must be! Coachman, drive me a little through
the bazars here.'

'My order is to take thee to the school.' The driver used the
'thou', which is rudeness when applied to a white man. In the