Be dumb ! ' ' I am blind -- dumb . Forbear to curse ! Co -- come , child ; we will play a game of hiding . Do not , for my sake , look from under the cloth . ' ' I see hope , ' said E23 . ` What is thy scheme ? ' ` This comes next , ' said Kim , plucking the thin body-shirt . E23 hesitated , with all a North-West man 's dislike of baring his body . ` What is caste to a cut throat ? ' said Kim , rending it to the waist . ` We must make thee a yellow Saddhu all over . Strip -- strip swiftly , and shake thy hair over thine eyes while I scatter the ash . Now , a caste-mark on thy forehead . ' He drew from his bosom the little Survey paint-box and a cake of crimson lake . ` Art thou only a beginner ? ' said E23 , labouring literally for the dear life , as he slid out of his body-wrappings and stood clear in the loin-cloth while Kim splashed in a noble caste-mark on the ash-smeared brow . ` But two days entered to the Game , brother , ' Kim replied . ` Smear more ash on the bosom . ' ` Hast thou met -- a physician of sick pearls ? '
He switched out his long , tight-rolled turban-cloth and , with swiftest hands , rolled it over and under about his loins into the intricate devices of a XXXXX 's cincture .
E23 Forbear Kim North-West Saddhu body-shirt body-wrappings caste-mark days paint-box