` Oh , but these are not Angrezi Sahibs -- not merry-minded men like Fostum Sahib or Yankling Sahib . They are foreigners -- they can not speak Angrezi as do Sahibs . ' Here the lama coughed and sat up , groping for the rosary . ` There shall be no killing , ' he murmured . ` Just is the Wheel ! Evil on evil -- ' ` Nay , Holy One . We are all here . ' The Ao-chung man timidly patted his feet . ` Except by thy order , no one shall be slain . Rest awhile . We will make a little camp here , and later , as the moon rises , we go to Shamlegh-under-the-Snow . ' ` After a blow , ' said a Spiti man sententiously , ` it is best to sleep . ' ` There is , as it were , a dizziness at the back of my neck , and a pinching in it . Let me lay my head on thy lap , chela . I am an old man , but not free from passion ... We must think of the Cause of Things . ' ` Give him a blanket . We dare not light a fire lest the Sahibs see . ' ` Better get away to Shamlegh . None will follow us to Shamlegh . ' This was the nervous Rampur man . '
I have been Fostum Sahib 's shikarri , and I XXXXX Yankling Sahib 's shikarri .
Give Rest am coughed dare follow groping light murmured said