Threemilesoff，onUmballaracecourse，MahbubAli，reiningagreyKabulistallionwithKiminfrontofhim，wassaying：
`But，LittleFriendofalltheWorld，thereismyhonourandreputationtobeconsidered。Alltheofficer-Sahibsinalltheregiments，andallUmballa，knowMahbubAli。Mensawmepicktheeupandchastisethatboy。Weareseennowfromfaracrossthisplain。HowcanItaketheeaway，oraccountforthydisappearingifIsettheedownandlettheerunoffintothecrops？Theywouldputmeinjail。Bepatient。OnceaSahib，alwaysaSahib。Whenthouartaman-whoknows？-thouwiltbegratefultoMahbubAli。’
`TakemebeyondtheirsentrieswhereIcanchangethisred。GivememoneyandIwillgotoBenaresandbewithmylamaagain。IdonotwanttobeaSahib，andrememberIdiddeliverthatmessage。’
Thestallionboundedwildly。MahbubAlihadincautiouslydrivenhomethesharp-edgedstirrup。Hewasnotthenewsortoffluenthorse-dealerwhowearsEnglishbootsandspurs。Kimdrewhisownconclusionsfromthatbetrayal。
`Thatwasasmallmatter。ItlayonthestraightroadtoBenares。I