'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 Saddhu's tongs.
What of the old clothes ?' Kim rolled them small, and stuffed them into the slack folds of his tunic.

With a yellow-ochre paint cake he smeared the legs and the breast, great streaks against the background of flour, ash, and turmeric.
'The blood on them is enough to hang thee, brother.' 'Maybe; but no need to throw them out of the window ...