The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling Chapter 9 Page 43

of broken rocks, lay the body of a villager of the district, a long, small-feathered Gond arrow through his back and breaSt. “Was the Thuu so old and so mad, Little Brother?” said Bagheera gently. “Here is one death, at least.”

“Follow on. But where is the drinker of elephant’s blood — the red-eyed thorn?”

“Little Foot has it — perhaps. It is single-foot again now.”

The single trail of a light man who had been running quickly and bearing a burden on his left shoulder held on round a long, low spur of dried grass, where each footfall seemed, to the sharp eyes of the trackers, marked in hot iron.

Neither spoke till the trail ran up to the ashes of a camp-fire hidden in a ravine.