In the scanty garments that he had alone dared to take, he would be known at once by anyone who happened to pass near him.

He now set to work, and dressed himself in the dead warrior's garments; and took up his rifle and pouch of ammunition.
"Now," he said, "I only want something to stain my face and hands, and I shall be able to pass anywhere, if it does not come to talking." He kept his eyes about him, and presently saw the plant which he knew Robah had used in preparing the dye for him.

Pulling all the leaves off, he pounded them with the stock of his rifle, and rubbed his face with juice from the leaves.

There was sufficient to stain both his face and hands.
By nightfall he entered the Maidan.

Here he saw many natives gathered round the ruined houses.