He knows more than we, said Bagheera, trembling. In a little time,
had I stayed, I should have walked down his throat.
Many will walk by that road before the moon rises again, said Baloo.
He will have good hunting--after his own fashion.
But what was the meaning of it all? said Mowgli, who did not know
anything of a python s powers of fascination. I saw no more than a big
snake making foolish circles till the dark came. And his nose was all
sore. Ho! Ho!
Mowgli, said Bagheera angrily, his nose was sore on thy account, as
my ears and sides and paws, and Baloo s neck and shoulders are bitten
on thy account. Neither Baloo nor Bagheera will be able to hunt with
pleasure for many days.
It is nothing, said Baloo; we have the man-cub again.
True, but he has cost us heavily in time which might have been spent in
good hunting, in wounds, in hair--I am half plucked along my back--and
last of all, in honor. For, remember, Mowgli, I, who am the Black
Panther, was forced to call upon Kaa for protection, and Baloo and I
were both made stupid as little birds by the Hunger Dance. All this,
man-cub, came of thy playing with the Bandar-log.
True, it is true, said Mowgli sorrowfully. I am an evil man-cub, and
my stomach is sad in me.
Mf! What says the Law of the Jungle, Baloo?
Baloo did not wish to bring Mowgli into any more trouble, but he could
not tamper with the Law, so he mumbled: Sorrow never stays punishment.
But remember, Bagheera, he is very little.
I will remember. But he has done mischief, and blows must be dealt now.
Mowgli, hast thou anything to say?
Nothing. I did wrong. Baloo and thou are wounded. It is just.
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