Where are you goin ' ? ' It was the drummer-boy who had been hanging round him all the forenoon -- a fat and freckled person of about fourteen , and Kim loathed him from the soles of his boots to his cap-ribbons . ` To the bazar -- to get sweets -- for you , ' said Kim , after thought . ` Well , the bazar 's out o ' bounds . If we go there we 'll get a dressing-down . You come back . ' ` How near can we go ? ' Kim did not know what bounds meant , but he wished to be polite -- for the present . '' Ow near ? ` Ow far , you mean ! We can go as far as that tree down the road . ' ` Then I will go there . ' ` All right . I ai n't goin ' . It 's too ` ot . I can watch you from ` ere . It 's no good your runnin ' away . If you did , they 'd spot you by your clothes . That 's regimental stuff you 're wearin ' . There ai n't a picket in Umballa would n't ` ead you back quicker than you started out . '
This did not impress XXXXX as much as the knowledge that his raiment would tire him out if he tried to run .
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