Lurgan slightly inclined his head.  ’He will not tell anything, if that is what you are afraid of, Colonel Creighton.’

‘It’s only a boy, after all.’

’Ye-es; but first, he has nothing to tell; and secondly, he knows what would happen.  Also, he is very fond of Mahbub, and of me a little.’

‘Will he draw pay?’ demanded the practical horse-dealer.

‘Food and water allowance only.  Twenty rupees a month.’

One advantage of the Secret Service is that it has no worrying audit.  That Service is ludicrously starved, of course, but the funds are administered by a few men who do not call for vouchers or present itemized accounts.  Mahbub’s eyes lighted with almost a Sikh’s love of money.  Even Lurgan’s impassive face changed.  He considered the years to come when Kim would have been entered and made to the Great Game that never ceases day and night, throughout India.  He foresaw honour and credit in the mouths of a chosen few, coming to him from his pupil.  Lurgan Sahib had made E.23 what E.23 was, out of a bewildered, impertinent, lying, little North-West Province man.

But the joy of these masters was pale and smoky beside the joy of Kim when St Xavier’s Head called him aside, with word that Colonel Creighton had sent for him.

’I understand, O’Hara, that he has found you a place as an assistant chain-man in the Canal Department:  that comes of taking up mathematics.  It is great luck for you, for you are only sixteen; but of course you understand that you do not become pukka [permanent] till you have passed the autumn examination.  So you must not think you are going out into the world to enjoy yourself, or that your fortune is made.  There is a great deal of hard work before you.  Only, if you succeed in becoming pukka, you can rise, you know, to four hundred and fifty a month.’  Whereat the Principal gave him much good advice as to his conduct, and his manners, and his morals; and others, his elders, who had not been wafted into billets, talked as only Anglo-Indian lads can, of favouritism and corruption.  Indeed, young Cazalet, whose father was a pensioner at Chunar, hinted very broadly that Colonel Creighton’s interest in Kim was directly paternal; and Kim, instead of retaliating, did not even use language.  He was thinking of the immense fun to come, of Mahbub’s letter of the day before, all neatly written in English, making appointment for that afternoon in a house the very name of which would have crisped the Principal’s hair with horror...

Said Kim to Mahbub in Lucknow railway station that evening, above the luggage-scales:  ’I feared lest at the last, the roof would fall upon me and cheat me.  It is indeed all finished, O my father?’

Mahbub snapped his fingers to show the utterness of that end, and his eyes blazed like red coals.

‘Then where is the pistol that I may wear it?’

’Softly!  A half-year, to run without heel-ropes.  I begged that much from Colonel Creighton Sahib.  At twenty rupees a month.  Old Red Hat knows that thou art coming.’