Smear it again . ' ' I was his pride once , but thou art almost better . The Gods are kind to us ! Give me that . ' It was a tin box of opium pills among the rubbish of the Jat 's bundle . E23 gulped down a half handful . ` They are good against hunger , fear , and chill . And they make the eyes red too , ' he explained . ` Now I shall have heart to play the Game . We lack only a Saddhu 's tongs . What of the old clothes ? ' Kim rolled them small , and stuffed them into the slack folds of his tunic . With a yellow-ochre paint cake he smeared the legs and the breast , great streaks against the background of flour , ash , and turmeric . ` The blood on them is enough to hang thee , brother . ' ` Maybe ; but no need to throw them out of the window ... It is finished . ' His voice thrilled with a boy 's pure delight in the Game . ` Turn and look , O Jat ! ' ` The Gods protect us , ' said the hooded Kamboh , emerging like a buffalo from the reeds . ` But -- whither went the Mahratta ? What hast thou done ? '
XXXXX had been trained by Lurgan Sahib ; E23 , by virtue of his business , was no bad actor .
E23 Gods Jat Kamboh Kim Mahratta Saddhu reeds turmeric whither