Vuestro torzuelo pasa mucho tiempo en libertad, Señor. No es un pollo, Sino un halcón de paso que ya cazaba antes de ser nuestro, Peligrosamente libre en el aire. ¡A fe mía! Si fuera mío (Como mío es el guante al que acude para sus presas) Lo volaría con un halcón maestro. Está en yarak, Plumado hasta la punta misma; tan amansado, tan bregado... Dadle el firmamentó que Dios le dio, ¿Y qué habrá en el aire que le alcance?
Lurgan Sahib did not use as direct speech, but his advice tallied with Mahbub’s; and the upshot was good for Kim.
He knew better now than to leave Lucknow city in native garb, and if Mahbub were anywhere within reach of a letter, it was to Mahbub’s camp he headed, and made his change under the Pathan’s wary eye.
Could the little Survey paintbox that he used for map-tinting in term-time have found a tongue to tell of holiday doings, he might have been expelled.
Once Mahbub and he went together as far as the beautiful city of Bombay, with three truckloads of tram-horses, and Mahbub nearly melted when Kim proposed a sail in a dhow across the Indian Ocean to buy Gulf Arabs, which, he understood from a hanger-on of the dealer Abdul Rahman, fetched better prices than mere Kabulis.
Él metió la mano en el plato con aquel gran comerciante cuando Mahbub y algunos correligionarios fueron invitados a una gran cena del Hach.