` 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 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 .
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