Suddenly a beautiful idea occurred to him, and he wondered that he had not thought of it before.
The man dismissed them, and first to spring through the veranda into the open sunshine was Kim.
''Ere, you! 'Alt! Stop!' said a high voice at his heels.

'I've got to look after you.

My orders are not to let you out of my sight.

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.