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.