` 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 Saddhu 's cincture . ` Hah ! Dost thou know his touch , then ? He was my teacher for a while . We must bar thy legs . Ash cures wounds . 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 XXXXX 's tongs .
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