thread', they will weave wonderful things,' said the Sikh. 'All
holy men dream dreams, and by following holy men their disciples
attain that power.'

'A Red Bull on a green field, was it?' the lama repeated. 'In a
former life it may be thou hast acquired merit, and the Bull will
come to reward thee.'

'Nay - nay - it was but a tale one told to me - for a jest
belike. But I will seek the Bull about Umballa, and thou canst
look for thy River and rest from the clatter of the train.'

'It may be that the Bull knows - that he is sent to guide us
both.' said the lama, hopefully as a child. Then to the company,
indicating Kim: 'This one was sent to me but yesterday. He is
not, I think, of this world.'

'Beggars aplenty have I met, and holy men to boot, but never such
a yogi nor such a disciple,' said the woman.

Her husband touched his forehead lightly with one finger
and smiled. But the next time the lama would eat they took care
to give him of their best.

And at last - tired, sleepy, and dusty - they reached Umballa
City Station.

'We abide here upon a law-suit,' said the cultivator's wife to
Kim. 'We lodge with my man's cousin's younger brother. There is
room also in the courtyard for thy yogi and for thee. Will - will