` The price is so much . The small money in return is just so much . I know the ways of the te-rain ... Never did yogi need chela as thou dost , ' he went on merrily to the bewildered lama . ` They would have flung thee out at Mian Mir but for me . This way ! Come ! ' He returned the money , keeping only one anna in each rupee of the price of the Umballa ticket as his commission -- the immemorial commission of Asia . The lama jibbed at the open door of a crowded third-class carriage . ` Were it not better to walk ? ' said he weakly . A burly Sikh artisan thrust forth his bearded head . ` Is he afraid ? Do not be afraid . I remember the time when I was afraid of the te-rain . Enter ! This thing is the work of the Government . ' ' I do not fear , ' said the lama . ` Have ye room within for two ? ' ` There is no room even for a mouse , ' shrilled the wife of a well-to-do cultivator -- a Hindu Jat from the rich Jullundur , district . Our night trains are not as well looked after as the day ones , where the sexes are very strictly kept to separate carriages .
` Oh , mother of my son , we can make space , ' XXXXX the blueturbaned husband .
Come Have Is jibbed keeping know remember said shrilled walk