Do ye think Yankling Sahib will permit down-country police to wander all over the hills , disturbing his game ? It is a far cry from Simla to Chini , and farther from Shamlegh to Shamlegh-midden . ' ` So be it , but I carry the big kilta . The basket with the red top that the Sahibs pack themselves every morning . ' ` Thus it is proved , ' said the Shamlegh man adroitly , ` that they are Sahibs of no account . Who ever heard of Fostum Sahib , or Yankling Sahib , or even the little Peel Sahib that sits up of nights to shoot serow -- I say , who , ever heard of these Sahibs coming into the hills without a down-country cook , and a bearer , and -- and all manner of well-paid , high-handed and oppressive folk in their tail ? How can they make trouble ? What of the kilta ? ' ` Nothing , but that it is full of the Written Word -- books and papers in which they wrote , and strange instruments , as of worship . ' ` Shamlegh-midden will take them all . ' ` True ! But how if we insult the Sahibs ' Gods thereby ! I do not like to handle the Written Word in that fashion . And their brass idols are beyond my comprehension . It is no plunder for simple hill-folk . ' ` The old man still sleeps . Hst ! We will ask his chela . ' The Ao-chung man refreshed himself , and swelled with pride of leadership . ` We have here , ' he whispered , ' a kilta whose nature we do not know . '
` But I do , ' XXXXX Kim cautiously .
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