` No thanks to me , Padre . Besides , the boy was n't going away . You do n't know old Mahbub Ali . ' The horse-dealer sat impassive in the sunlight . ` You will when you have been in the station a month . He sells us all our crocks . That boy is rather a curiosity . Can you tell me anything about him ? ' ` Can I tell you ? ' puffed Father Victor . ` You 'll be the one man that could help me in my quandaries . Tell you ! Powers o ' Darkness , I 'm bursting to tell someone who knows something o ' the native ! ' A groom came round the corner . Colonel Creighton raised his voice , speaking in Urdu . ` Very good , Mahbub Ali , but what is the use of telling me all those stories about the pony ? Not one pice more than three hundred and fifty rupees will I give . ' ` The Sahib is a little hot and angry after riding , ' the horse-dealer returned , with the leer of a privileged jester . ` Presently , he will see my horse 's points more clearly . I will wait till he has finished his talk with the Padre .
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