'Ay, at seven per cent a month with a mortgage on the unborn calf,' said a young Dogra soldier going south on leave; and they all laughed. 'Will it travel to Benares?' said the lama. 'Assuredly. Else why should we come? Enter, or we are left,' cried Kim. 'See!' shrilled the Amritzar girl. 'He has never entered a train. Oh see!' 'Nay, help,' said the cultivator, putting out a large brown hand and hauling him in. 'Thus is it done, father.' 'But--but--I sit on the floor. It is against the Rule to sit on a bench,' said the lama. 'Moreover, it cramps me.' 'I say,' began the money-lender, pursing his lips, 'that there is not one rule of right living which these te-rains do not cause us to break. We sit, for example, side by side with all castes and peoples.' 'Yea, and with most outrageously shameless ones,' said the wife, scowling at the Amritzar girl making eyes at the young sepoy. 'I said we might have gone by cart along the road,' said the husband, 'and thus have saved some money.' 'Yes--and spent twice over what we saved on food by the way. That was talked out ten thousand times.' 'Ay, by ten thousand tongues,' grunted he. 'The Gods help us poor women if we may not speak. Oho! He is of that sort which may not look at or reply to a woman.' For the lama, constrained by his Rule, took not the faintest notice of her. 'And his disciple is like him?' 'Nay, mother,' said Kim most promptly. 'Not when the woman is well-looking and above all charitable to the hungry.' 'A beggar's answer,' said the Sikh, laughing. 'Thou hast brought it on thyself, sister!' Kim's hands were crooked in supplication. 'And whither goest thou?' said the woman, handing him the half of a cake from a greasy package. 'Even to Benares.' 'Jugglers belike?' the young soldier suggested. 'Have ye any tricks to pass the time? Why does not that yellow man answer?' 'Because,' said Kim stoutly, 'he is holy, and thinks upon matters hidden from thee.' 'That may be well. We of the Loodhiana Sikhs,' he rolled it out sonorously, 'do not trouble our heads with doctrine. We fight.' 'My sister's brother's son is naik (corporal) in that regiment,' said the Sikh craftsman quietly. 'There are also some Dogra companies there.' The soldier glared, for a Dogra is of other caste than a Sikh, and the banker tittered. 'They are all one to me,' said the Amritzar girl. 'That we believe,' snorted the cultivator's wife malignantly. 'Nay, but all who serve the Sirkar with weapons in their hands are, as it were, one brotherhood. There is one brotherhood of the caste, but beyond that again'--she looked round timidly--'the bond of the Pulton--the Regiment--eh?' 'My brother is in a Jat regiment,' said the cultivator. 'Dogras be good men.'