'Up and down the land,as he has these three years.He seeks a River of Healing.God's curse upon all -'Mahbub checked himself.'He beds down at the Temple of the Tirthankars or at Buddh Gaya when he is in from the Road.Then he goes to see the boy at the madrissah ,as we know for the boy was punished for it twice or thrice.He is quite mad,but a peaceful man.I have met him.The Babu also has had dealings with him.We have watched him for three years.Red Lamas are not so common in Hind that one loses track.'
'Babus are very curious,'said Lurgan meditatively.'Do you know what Hurree Babu really wants?He wants to be made a member of the Royal Society by taking ethnological notes.I tell you,I tell him about the lama everything which Mahbub and the boy have told me.Hurree Babu goes down to Benares -at his own expense,I think.'
'I don't,'said Creighton briefly.He had paid Hurree's travelling expenses,out of a most lively curiosity to learn what the lama might be.
'And he applies to the lama for information on lamaism,and devil-dances,and spells and charms,several times in these few years.Holy Virgin!Icould have told him all that yeears ago.I think Hurree Babu is getting too old for the Road.He likes better to collect manners and customs information.
Yes,he wants to be an FRS.'
'Hurree thinks well of the boy,doesn't he?'
'Oh,very indeed -we have had some pleasant evenings at my little place -but I think it would be waste to throw him away with Hurree on the Ethnological side.'
'Not for a first experience.How does that strike you,Mahbub?Let the boy run with the lama for six months.After that we can see.He will get experience.'
'He has it already,Sahib -as a fish controls the water he swims in.
But for every reason it will be well to loose him from the school.'
'Very good,then,'said Creighton,half to himself.'He can go with the lama,and if Hurree Babu cares to keep an eye on them so much the better.
He won't lead the boy into any danger as Mahbub would.Curious -his wish to be an FRS.Very human,too.He is best on the Ethnological side -Hurree.'
No money and no preferment would have drawn Creighton from his work on the Indian Survey,but deep in his heart also lay the ambition to write F R S after his name.Honours of a sort he knew could be obtained by ingenuity and the help of friends,but,to the best of his belief;nothing save work -papers representing a life of it -took a man into the Society which he had bombarded for years with monographs on strange Asiatic cults and unknown customs.Nine men out of ten would flee from a Royal Society soiree in extremity of boredom;but Creighton was the tenth,and at times his soul yearned for the crowded rooms in easy London where silver-haired,baldheaded gentlemen who know nothing of the Army move among spectroscopic experiments,the lesser plants of the frozen tundras,electric flight-measuring machines,and apparatus for slicing into fractional millimetres the left eye of the female mosquito.By all right and reason,it was the Royal Geographical that should have appealed to him,but men are as chancy as children in their choice of playthings.So Creighton smiled,and thought the better of Hurree Babu,moved by like desire.
He dropped the ghost-dagger and looked up at Mahbub.
'How soon can we get the colt from the stable?'said the horse-dealer,reading his eyes.
'Hmm!If I withdraw him by order now -what will he do,think you?Ihave never before assisted at the teaching of such an one.'
'He will come to me,'said Mahbub promptly.'Lurgan Sahib and I will prepare him for the Road.'
'So be it,then.For six months he shall run at his choice.But who will be his sponsor?'
Lurgan slightly inclined his head.'He will not tell anything,if that is what you are afraid of;Colonel Creighton.'
'It's only a boy,after all.'
'Ye-es;but first,he has nothing to tell;and secondly,he knows what would happen.Also,he is very fond of Mahbub,and of me a little.'
'Will he draw pay?'demanded the practical horse-dealer.
'Food and water allowance only.Twenty rupees a month.'
One advantage of the Secret Service is that it has no worrying audit.
That Service is ludicrously starved,of course,but the funds are administered by a few men who do not call for vouchers or present itemized accounts.
Mahbub's eyes lighted with almost a Sikh's love of money.Even Lurgan's impassive face changed.He considered the years to come when Kim would have been entered and made to the Great Game that never ceases day and night,throughout India.He foresaw honour and credit in the mouths of a chosen few,coming to him from his pupil.Lurgan Sahib had made E23what E23was,out of a bewildered,impertinent,lying,little North-West Province man.
But the joy of these masters was pale and smoky beside the joy of Kim when St Xavier's Head called him aside,with word that Colonel Creighton had sent for him.
'I understand,O'Hara,that he has found you a place as an assistant chain-man in the Canal Department:that comes of taking up mathematics.
