` And why ? When I always tell thee the truth . ' ` Perhaps the very reason , for this is a world of danger to honest men . ' Mahbub Ali hauled himself off the ground , girt in his belt , and went over to the horses . ` Or sell it ? ' There was that in the tone that made Mahbub halt and turn . ` What new devilry ? ' ` Eight annas , and I will tell , ' said Kim , grinning . ` It touches thy peace . ' ' O Shaitan ! ' Mahbub gave the money . ` Rememberest thou the little business of the thieves in the dark , down yonder at Umballa ? ' ` Seeing they sought my life , I have not altogether forgotten . Why ? ' ` Rememberest thou the Kashmir Serai ? ' ' I will twist thy ears in a moment -- Sahib . ' ` No need -- Pathan . Only , the second fakir , whom the Sahibs beat senseless , was the man who came to search thy bulkhead at Lahore . I saw his face as they helped him on the engine . The very same man . '
` Why didst thou not XXXXX before ? '
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