` Thou hast brought it on thyself , sister ! ' Kim 's hands were crooked in supplication . ` And whither goest thou ? ' said the woman , handing him the half of a cake from a greasy package . ` Even to Benares . ' ` Jugglers belike ? ' the young soldier suggested . ` Have ye any tricks to pass the time ? Why does not that yellow man answer ? ' ` Because , ' said Kim stoutly , ` he is holy , and thinks upon matters hidden from thee . ' ` That may be well . We of the Ludhiana Sikhs ' -- he rolled it out sonorously -- ` do not trouble our heads with doctrine . We fight . ' ` My sister 's brother 's son is naik -LSB- corporal -RSB- in that regiment , ' said the Sikh craftsman quietly . ` There are also some Dogra companies there . ' The soldier glared , for a Dogra is of other caste than a Sikh , and the banker tittered . ` They are all one to me , ' said the Amritzar girl . ` That we believe , ' snorted the cultivator 's wife malignantly . ` Nay , but all who serve the Sirkar with weapons in their hands are , as it were , one brotherhood . There is one brotherhood of the caste , but beyond that again ' -- she looked round timidly -- ` the bond of the Pulton -- the Regiment -- eh ? '
` My brother is in a Jat regiment , ' XXXXX the cultivator .
Have answer fight glared handing looked said serve snorted tittered