. The jungle book. ere,Akela, this man plagues me. Buldeo, who was still stooping over ShereKhans head, found himself sprawling on thegrass, with a gray wolf standing over him, whileMowgli went on skinning as though he werealone in all India. Ye-es, he said, between his teeth. Thouart altogether right, Buldeo. Thou wilt nevergive me one anna of the reward. There is anold war between this lame tiger and myself— avery old war, and—I have won. To do Buldeo justice, if he had been ten yearsyounger he would have taken his chance withAkela had he met the wolf in the woods, but awolf who obeyed the o
. The jungle book. ere,Akela, this man plagues me. Buldeo, who was still stooping over ShereKhans head, found himself sprawling on thegrass, with a gray wolf standing over him, whileMowgli went on skinning as though he werealone in all India. Ye-es, he said, between his teeth. Thouart altogether right, Buldeo. Thou wilt nevergive me one anna of the reward. There is anold war between this lame tiger and myself— avery old war, and—I have won. To do Buldeo justice, if he had been ten yearsyounger he would have taken his chance withAkela had he met the wolf in the woods, but awolf who obeyed the orders of this boy who hadprivate wars with man-eating tigers was not acommon animal. It was sorcery, magic of theworst kind, thought Buldeo, and he wonderedwhether the amulet round his neck would protecthim. He lay as still as still, expecting everyminute to see Mowgli turn into a tiger, too. Maharaj ! Great King, he said at last, in ahusky whisper. Yes, said Mowgli, without turning his head,chuckling a *TIGER! TIGER! 123 I am an old man. I did not know that thouwast anything more than a herd-boy. May Irise up and go away, or will thy servant tear meto pieces ? Go, and peace go with thee. Only, anothertime do not meddle with my game. Let him go,Akela. Buldeo hobbled away to the village as fast ashe could, looking back over his shoulder in caseMowgli should change into something he got to the village he told a tale ofmagic and enchantment and sorcery that madethe priest look very grave. Mowgli went on with his work, but it wasnearly twilight before he and the wolves haddrawn the great gay skin clear of the body. Now we must hide this and take the buffa-loes home! Help me to herd them, Akela. The herd rounded up in the misty twilight,and when they got near the village Mowgli sawlights, and heard the conches and bells in thetemple blowing and banging. Half the villageseemed to be waiting for him by the gate. Thatis-because I have killed Shere Khan, he sa
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