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To
do
Buldeo
justice
,
if
he
had
been
ten
years
younger
he
would
have
taken
his
chance
with
Akela
had
he
met
the
wolf
in
the
woods
,
but
a
wolf
who
obeyed
the
orders
of
this
boy
who
had
private
wars
with
man-eating
tigers
was
not
a
common
animal
.
It
was
sorcery
,
magic
of
the
worst
kind
,
thought
Buldeo
,
and
he
wondered
whether
the
amulet
round
his
neck
would
protect
him
.
He
lay
as
still
as
still
,
expecting
every
minute
to
see
Mowgli
turn
into
a
tiger
too
.
"
Maharaj
!
Great
King
,
"
he
said
at
last
in
a
husky
whisper
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mowgli
,
without
turning
his
head
,
chuckling
a
little
.
"
I
am
an
old
man
.
I
did
not
know
that
thou
wast
anything
more
than
a
herdsboy
.
May
I
rise
up
and
go
away
,
or
will
thy
servant
tear
me
to
pieces
?
"
"
Go
,
and
peace
go
with
thee
.
Only
,
another
time
do
not
meddle
with
my
game
.
Let
him
go
,
Akela
.
"
Buldeo
hobbled
away
to
the
village
as
fast
as
he
could
,
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
in
case
Mowgli
should
change
into
something
terrible
.
When
he
got
to
the
village
he
told
a
tale
of
magic
and
enchantment
and
sorcery
that
made
the
priest
look
very
grave
.
Mowgli
went
on
with
his
work
,
but
it
was
nearly
twilight
before
he
and
the
wolves
had
drawn
the
great
gay
skin
clear
of
the
body
.
"
Now
we
must
hide
this
and
take
the
buffaloes
home
!
Help
me
to
herd
them
,
Akela
.
"
The
herd
rounded
up
in
the
misty
twilight
,
and
when
they
got
near
the
village
Mowgli
saw
lights
,
and
heard
the
conches
and
bells
in
the
temple
blowing
and
banging
.
Half
the
village
seemed
to
be
waiting
for
him
by
the
gate
.
"
That
is
because
I
have
killed
Shere
Khan
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
But
a
shower
of
stones
whistled
about
his
ears
,
and
the
villagers
shouted
:
"
Sorcerer
!
Wolf
's
brat
!
Jungle
demon
!
Go
away
!
Get
hence
quickly
or
the
priest
will
turn
thee
into
a
wolf
again
.
Shoot
,
Buldeo
,
shoot
!
"
The
old
Tower
musket
went
off
with
a
bang
,
and
a
young
buffalo
bellowed
in
pain
.
