these things, for the least of which very many men would die.

’”

“That MUST be new game. And yet the Poison People do not tell us when game is afoot. They are an unfriendly folk.”

“It is NOT game. It is — it is — I cannot say what it is.”

“We will go there. I have never seen a White Hood, and I wish to see the other things. Did he kill them?”

“They are all dead things. He says he is the keeper of them all.”

“Ah! As a wolf stands above meat he has taken to his own lair. Let us go.”

Mowgli swam to bank, rolled on the grass to dry