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"
Brothers
,
that
was
a
dog
's
death
,
"
said
Mowgli
,
feeling
for
the
knife
he
always
carried
in
a
sheath
round
his
neck
now
that
he
lived
with
men
.
"
But
he
would
never
have
shown
fight
.
His
hide
will
look
well
on
the
Council
Rock
.
We
must
get
to
work
swiftly
.
"
A
boy
trained
among
men
would
never
have
dreamed
of
skinning
a
ten-foot
tiger
alone
,
but
Mowgli
knew
better
than
anyone
else
how
an
animal
's
skin
is
fitted
on
,
and
how
it
can
be
taken
off
.
But
it
was
hard
work
,
and
Mowgli
slashed
and
tore
and
grunted
for
an
hour
,
while
the
wolves
lolled
out
their
tongues
,
or
came
forward
and
tugged
as
he
ordered
them
.
Presently
a
hand
fell
on
his
shoulder
,
and
looking
up
he
saw
Buldeo
with
the
Tower
musket
.
The
children
had
told
the
village
about
the
buffalo
stampede
,
and
Buldeo
went
out
angrily
,
only
too
anxious
to
correct
Mowgli
for
not
taking
better
care
of
the
herd
.
The
wolves
dropped
out
of
sight
as
soon
as
they
saw
the
man
coming
.
"
What
is
this
folly
?
"
said
Buldeo
angrily
.
"
To
think
that
thou
canst
skin
a
tiger
!
Where
did
the
buffaloes
kill
him
?
It
is
the
Lame
Tiger
too
,
and
there
is
a
hundred
rupees
on
his
head
.
Well
,
well
,
we
will
overlook
thy
letting
the
herd
run
off
,
and
perhaps
I
will
give
thee
one
of
the
rupees
of
the
reward
when
I
have
taken
the
skin
to
Khanhiwara
.
"
He
fumbled
in
his
waist
cloth
for
flint
and
steel
,
and
stooped
down
to
singe
Shere
Khan
's
whiskers
.
Most
native
hunters
always
singe
a
tiger
's
whiskers
to
prevent
his
ghost
from
haunting
them
.
"
Hum
!
"
said
Mowgli
,
half
to
himself
as
he
ripped
back
the
skin
of
a
forepaw
.
"
So
thou
wilt
take
the
hide
to
Khanhiwara
for
the
reward
,
and
perhaps
give
me
one
rupee
?
Now
it
is
in
my
mind
that
I
need
the
skin
for
my
own
use
.
Heh
!
Old
man
,
take
away
that
fire
!
"
"
What
talk
is
this
to
the
chief
hunter
of
the
village
?
Thy
luck
and
the
stupidity
of
thy
buffaloes
have
helped
thee
to
this
kill
.
The
tiger
has
just
fed
,
or
he
would
have
gone
twenty
miles
by
this
time
.
Thou
canst
not
even
skin
him
properly
,
little
beggar
brat
,
and
forsooth
I
,
Buldeo
,
must
be
told
not
to
singe
his
whiskers
.
Mowgli
,
I
will
not
give
thee
one
anna
of
the
reward
,
but
only
a
very
big
beating
.
Leave
the
carcass
!
"
"
By
the
Bull
that
bought
me
,
"
said
Mowgli
,
who
was
trying
to
get
at
the
shoulder
,
"
must
I
stay
babbling
to
an
old
ape
all
noon
?
Here
,
Akela
,
this
man
plagues
me
.
"
Buldeo
,
who
was
still
stooping
over
Shere
Khan
's
head
,
found
himself
sprawling
on
the
grass
,
with
a
gray
wolf
standing
over
him
,
while
Mowgli
went
on
skinning
as
though
he
were
alone
in
all
India
.
"
Ye-es
,
"
he
said
,
between
his
teeth
.
"
Thou
art
altogether
right
,
Buldeo
.
Thou
wilt
never
give
me
one
anna
of
the
reward
.
There
is
an
old
war
between
this
lame
tiger
and
myself
--
a
very
old
war
,
and
--
I
have
won
.
"
