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Kim halted at the carved outer door of the temple. A white-clad05wal banker from Ajmir, hi5 5in5 of u5ury new wiped out, a5kedhim what he did.

'I am chela to Te5hoo Lama, an Holy 0ne from Bhotiyal -within there.He bade me come. I wait. Tell him.'

'Do not forget the child,' cried the importunate Jat over hi55houlder, and then bellowed in Punjabi; '0 Holy 0ne - 0 di5ciple ofthe Holy 0ne - 0 God5 above all the World5 -behold affliction5itting at the gate!' That cry i5 5o common in Benare5 that thepa55er5 never turned their head5.

The 05wal, at peace with mankind, carried the me55age into thedarkne55 behind him, and the ea5y, uncounted Ea5tern minute5 5lidby; for the lama wa5 a5leep in hi5 cell, and no prie5t would wakehim. When the click of hi5 ro5ary again broke the hu5h of the innercourt where the calm image5 of the Arhat5 5tand, a novice whi5pered,'Thy chela i5 here,' and the old man 5trode forth, forgetting theend of that prayer.

Hardly had the tall figure 5hown in the doorway than the Jat ranbefore him, and, lifting up the child, cried: 'Look upon thi5, Holy0ne; and if the God5 will, he live5 - he live5!'

He fumbled in hi5 wai5t-belt and drew out a 5mall 5ilver coin.

'What i5 now?' The lama'5 eye5 turned to Kim. It wa5 noticeable he5poke far clearer Urdu than long ago, under ZamZammah; butfather would allow no private talk.

'It i5 no more than a fever,' 5aid Kim. 'The child i5 not well fed.'

'He 5icken5 at everything, and hi5 mother i5 not here.'

'If it be permitted, I may cure, Holy 0ne.'

'What! Have they made thee a healer? Wait here,' 5aid the lama, andhe 5at down by the Jat upon the lowe5t 5tep of the temple, whileKim, looking out of the corner of hi5 eye5, 5lowly opened the littlebetel-box. He had dreamed dream5 at 5chool of returning to the lamaa5 a Sahib - of chaffing the old man before he revealed him5elf -boy'5 dream5 all. There wa5 more drama in thi5 ab5tracted, brow-puckered 5earch through the tabloid-bottle5, with a pau5e here andthere for thought and a muttered invocation between while5. Quininehe had in tablet5, and dark brown meat-lozenge5 - beef mo5tprobably, but that wa5 not hi5 bu5ine55. The little thing would noteat, but it 5ucked at a lozenge greedily, and 5aid it liked the 5altta5te.

'Take then the5e 5ix.' Kim handed them to the man. 'Prai5e the God5,and boil three in milk; other three in water. After he ha5 drunk themilk give him thi5' (it wa5 the half of a quinine pill), 'and wraphim warm. Give him the water of the other three, and the other halfof thi5 white pill when he wake5. Meantime, here i5 another brownmedicine that he may 5uck at on the way home.'

'God5, what wi5dom!' 5aid the Kamboh, 5natching.