` Come down here and assist to resuscitate . We are all up a tree , I tell you . ' The shots ceased . There was a sound of stumbling feet , and Kim hurried upward through the gloom , swearing like a cat -- or a country-bred . ` Did they wound thee , chela ? ' called the lama above him . ` No . And thou ? ' He dived into a clump of stunted firs . ` Unhurt . Come away . We go with these folk to Shamlegh-under-the-Snow . ' ` But not before we have done justice , ' a voice cried . ' I have got the Sahibs ' guns -- all four . Let us go down . ' ` He struck the Holy One -- we saw it ! Our cattle will be barren -- our wives will cease to bear ! The snows will slide upon us as we go home ... Atop of all other oppression too ! ' The little fir-clump filled with clamouring coolies -- panic-stricken , and in their terror capable of anything . The man from Ao-chung clicked the breech-bolt of his gun impatiently , and made as to go downhill .
` Wait a little , Holy One ; they can not XXXXX far .
Let called ceased clicked cried go hurried slide struck wound