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 Kim as much as the knowledge that his raiment would tire him out if he tried to run . He slouched to the tree at the corner of a bare road leading towards the bazar , and eyed the natives passing . Most of them were barrack-servants of the lowest caste . Kim hailed a sweeper , who promptly retorted with a piece of unnecessary insolence , in the natural belief that the European boy could not follow it . The low , quick answer undeceived him . Kim put his fettered soul into it , thankful for the late chance to abuse somebody in the tongue he knew best . ` And now , go to the nearest letter-writer in the bazar and tell him to come here . I would write a letter . ' ` But -- but what manner of white man 's son art thou to need a bazar letter-writer ? Is there not a schoolmaster in the barracks ? ' ` Ay ; and Hell is full of the same sort . Do my order , you -- you Od ! Thy mother was married under a basket !
Servant of Lal Beg ' -LRB- XXXXX knew the God of the sweepers -RRB- , ` run on my business or we will talk again . '
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