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    Ch. 5: Letting in the Jungle - Page 2

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    ear--"but what if men do not
    leave thee alone, Little Brother?"

    "We be FIVE," said Gray Brother, looking round at the company,
    and snapping his jaws on the last word.

    "We also might attend to that hunting," said Bagheera, with a
    little switch-switch of his tail, looking at Baloo. "But why
    think of men now, Akela?"

    "For this reason," the Lone Wolf answered: "when that yellow
    chief's hide was hung up on the rock, I went back along our
    trail to the village, stepping in my tracks, turning aside, and
    lying down, to make a mixed trail in case one should follow us.
    But when I had fouled the trail so that I myself hardly knew it
    again, Mang, the Bat, came hawking between the trees, and hung
    up above me. Said Mang, "The village of the Man-Pack, where they
    cast out the Man-cub, hums like a hornet's nest."

    "It was a big stone that I threw," chuckled Mowgli, who had often
    amused himself by throwing ripe paw-paws into a hornet's
    nest, and racing off to the nearest pool before the hornets
    caught him.

    "I asked of Mang what he had seen. He said that the Red Flower
    blossomed at the gate of the village, and men sat about it
    carrying guns. Now _I_ know, for I have good cause,"--Akela
    looked down at the old dry scars on his flank and side,--"that
    men do not carry guns for pleasure. Presently, Little Brother,
    a man with a gun follows our trail--if, indeed, he be not
    already on it."

    "But why should he? Men have cast me out. What more do they
    need?" said Mowgli angrily.

    "Thou art a man, Little Brother," Akela returned. "It is not
    for US, the Free Hunters, to tell thee what thy brethren do,
    or why."

    He had just time to snatch up his paw as the skinning-knife cut
    deep into the ground below. Mowgli struck quicker than an
    average human eye could follow but Akela was a wolf; and even a
    dog, who is very far removed from the wild wolf, his ancestor,
    can be waked out of deep sleep by a cart-wheel touching his
    flank, and can spring away unharmed before that wheel comes on.

    "Another time," Mowgli said quietly, returning the knife to its
    sheath, "speak of the Man-Pack and of Mowgli in TWO breaths--

    not one."

    "Phff! That is a sharp tooth," said Akela, snuffing at the
    blade's cut in the earth, "but living with the Man-Pack has
    spoiled thine eye, Little Brother. I could have killed a buck
    while thou wast striking."

    Bagheera sprang to his feet, thrust up his head as far as he
    could, sniffed, and stiffened through every curve in his body.
    Gray Brother followed his example quickly, keeping a little
    to
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