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"
Is
that
a
man
's
cub
?
"
said
Mother
Wolf
.
"
I
have
never
seen
one
.
Bring
it
here
.
"
A
Wolf
accustomed
to
moving
his
own
cubs
can
,
if
necessary
,
mouth
an
egg
without
breaking
it
,
and
though
Father
Wolf
's
jaws
closed
right
on
the
child
's
back
not
a
tooth
even
scratched
the
skin
as
he
laid
it
down
among
the
cubs
.
"
How
little
!
How
naked
,
and
--
how
bold
!
"
said
Mother
Wolf
softly
.
The
baby
was
pushing
his
way
between
the
cubs
to
get
close
to
the
warm
hide
.
"
Ahai
!
He
is
taking
his
meal
with
the
others
.
And
so
this
is
a
man
's
cub
.
Now
,
was
there
ever
a
wolf
that
could
boast
of
a
man
's
cub
among
her
children
?
"
"
I
have
heard
now
and
again
of
such
a
thing
,
but
never
in
our
Pack
or
in
my
time
,
"
said
Father
Wolf
.
"
He
is
altogether
without
hair
,
and
I
could
kill
him
with
a
touch
of
my
foot
.
But
see
,
he
looks
up
and
is
not
afraid
.
"
The
moonlight
was
blocked
out
of
the
mouth
of
the
cave
,
for
Shere
Khan
's
great
square
head
and
shoulders
were
thrust
into
the
entrance
.
Tabaqui
,
behind
him
,
was
squeaking
:
"
My
lord
,
my
lord
,
it
went
in
here
!
"
"
Shere
Khan
does
us
great
honor
,
"
said
Father
Wolf
,
but
his
eyes
were
very
angry
.
"
What
does
Shere
Khan
need
?
"
"
My
quarry
.
A
man
's
cub
went
this
way
,
"
said
Shere
Khan
.
"
Its
parents
have
run
off
.
Give
it
to
me
.
"
Shere
Khan
had
jumped
at
a
woodcutter
's
campfire
,
as
Father
Wolf
had
said
,
and
was
furious
from
the
pain
of
his
burned
feet
.
But
Father
Wolf
knew
that
the
mouth
of
the
cave
was
too
narrow
for
a
tiger
to
come
in
by
.
Even
where
he
was
,
Shere
Khan
's
shoulders
and
forepaws
were
cramped
for
want
of
room
,
as
a
man
's
would
be
if
he
tried
to
fight
in
a
barrel
.
"
The
Wolves
are
a
free
people
,
"
said
Father
Wolf
.
"
They
take
orders
from
the
Head
of
the
Pack
,
and
not
from
any
striped
cattle-killer
.
The
man
's
cub
is
ours
--
to
kill
if
we
choose
.
"
"
Ye
choose
and
ye
do
not
choose
!
What
talk
is
this
of
choosing
?
By
the
bull
that
I
killed
,
am
I
to
stand
nosing
into
your
dog
's
den
for
my
fair
dues
?
It
is
I
,
Shere
Khan
,
who
speak
!
"
