''What orders!'' panted Akela. ''They are trying to join again.''

Mowgli slipped on to Rama's back. ''Drive the bulls away to the left, Akela. Gray Brother, when we are gone, hold the cows together, and drive them into the foot of the ravine.''

''How far?'' said Gray Brother, panting and snapping.

''Till the sides are higher than Shere Khan can jump,'' shouted Mowgli. ''Keep them there till we come down.'' The bulls swept off as Akela bayed, and Gray Brother stopped in front of the cows. They charged down on him, and he ran just before them to the foot of the ravine, as Akela drove the bulls far to the left.

''Well done! Another charge and they are fairly started. Careful, now-careful, Akela. A snap too much and the bulls will charge. Hujah! This is wilder work than driving black-buck. Didst thou think these creatures could move so swiftly?'' Mowgli called.

''I have-have hunted these too in my time,'' gasped Akela in the dust. ''Shall I turn them into the jungle?''

''Ay! Turn. Swiftly turn them! Rama is mad with rage. Oh, if I could only tell him what I need of him to-day.''

The bulls were turned, to the right this time, and crashed into the standing thicket. The other herd children, watching with the cattle half a mile away, hurried to the village as fast as their legs could carry them, crying that the buffaloes had gone mad and run away.

But Mowgli's plan was simple enough. All he wanted to do was to make a big circle uphill and get at the head of the ravine, and then take the bulls down it and catch Shere Khan between the bulls and the cows; for he knew that after a meal and a full drink Shere Khan would not be in any condition to fight or to clamber up the sides of the ravine. He was soothing the buffaloes now by voice, and Akela had dropped far to the rear, only whimpering once or twice to hurry the rear-guard. It was a long, long circle, for they did not wish to get too near the ravine and give Shere Khan warning. At last Mowgli rounded up the bewildered herd at the head of the ravine on a grassy patch that sloped steeply down to the ravine itself. From that height you could see across the tops of the trees down to the plain below; but what Mowgli looked at was the sides of the ravine, and he saw with a great deal of satisfaction that they ran nearly straight up and down, while the vines and creepers that hung over them would give no foothold to a tiger who wanted to get out.

''Let them breathe, Akela,'' he said, holding up his hand. ''They have not winded him yet. Let them breathe. I must tell Shere Khan who comes. We have him in the trap.''

He put his hands to his mouth and shouted down the ravine– it was almost like shouting down a tunnel-and the echoes jumped from rock to rock.

After a long time there came back the drawling, sleepy snarl of a full-fed tiger just wakened.

''Who calls?'' said Shere Khan, and a splendid peacock fluttered up out of the ravine screeching.

''I, Mowgli. Cattle thief, it is time to come to the Council Rock! Down-hurry them down, Akela! Down, Rama, down!''

The herd paused for an instant at the edge of the slope, but Akela gave tongue in the full hunting-yell, and they pitched over one after the other, just as steamers shoot rapids, the sand and stones spurting up round them. Once started, there was no chance of stopping, and before they were fairly in the bed of the ravine Rama winded Shere Khan and bellowed.

''Ha! Ha!'' said Mowgli, on his back. ''Now thou knowest!'' and the torrent of black horns, foaming muzzles, and staring eyes whirled down the ravine just as boulders go down in floodtime; the weaker buffaloes being shouldered out to the sides of the ravine where they tore through the creepers. They knew what the business was before them-the terrible charge of the buffalo herd against which no tiger can hope to stand. Shere Khan heard the thunder of their hoofs, picked himself up, and lumbered down the ravine, looking from side to side for some way of escape, but the walls of the ravine were straight and he had to hold on, heavy with his dinner and his drink, willing to do anything rather than fight. The herd splashed through the pool he had just left, bellowing till the narrow cut rang. Mowgli heard an answering bellow from the foot of the ravine, saw Shere Khan turn (the tiger knew if the worst came to the worst it was better to meet the bulls than the cows with their calves), and then Rama tripped, stumbled, and went on again over something soft, and, with the bulls at his heels, crashed full into the other herd, while the weaker buffaloes were lifted clean off their feet by the shock of the meeting. That charge carried both herds out into the plain, goring and stamping and snorting. Mowgli watched his time, and slipped off Rama's neck, laying about him right and left with his stick.

''Quick, Akela! Break them up. Scatter them, or they will be fighting one another. Drive them away, Akela. Hai, Rama! Hai, hai, hai! my children. Softly now, softly! It is all over.''

Akela and Gray Brother ran to and fro nipping the buffaloes' legs, and though the herd wheeled once to charge up the ravine again, Mowgli managed to turn Rama, and the others followed him to the wallows.

Shere Khan needed no more trampling. He was dead, and the kites were coming for him already.

''Brothers, that was a dog's death,'' said Mowgli, feeling for the knife he always carried in a sheath round his neck now that he lived with men. ''But he would never have shown fight. His hide will look well on the Council Rock. We must get to work swiftly.''

A boy trained among men would never have dreamed of skinning a ten-foot tiger alone, but Mowgli knew better than anyone else how an animal's skin is fitted on, and how it can be taken off. But it was hard work, and Mowgli slashed and tore and grunted for an hour, while the wolves lolled out their tongues, or came forward and tugged as he ordered them. Presently a hand fell on his shoulder, and looking up he saw Buldeo with the Tower musket. The children had told the village about the buffalo stampede, and Buldeo went out angrily, only too anxious to correct Mowgli for not taking better care of the herd. The wolves dropped out of sight as soon as they saw the man coming.

''What is this folly?'' said Buldeo angrily. ''To think that thou canst skin a tiger! Where did the buffaloes kill him? It is the Lame Tiger too, and there is a hundred rupees on his head. Well, well, we will overlook thy letting the herd run off, and perhaps I will give thee one of the rupees of the reward when I have taken the skin to Khanhiwara.'' He fumbled in his waist cloth for flint and steel, and stooped down to singe Shere Khan's whiskers. Most native hunters always singe a tiger's whiskers to prevent his ghost from haunting them.

''Hum!'' said Mowgli, half to himself as he ripped back the skin of a forepaw. ''So thou wilt take the hide to Khanhiwara for the reward, and perhaps give me one rupee? Now it is in my mind that I need the skin for my own use. Heh! Old man, take away that fire!''

''What talk is this to the chief hunter of the village? Thy luck and the stupidity of thy buffaloes have helped thee to this kill. The tiger has just fed, or he would have gone twenty miles by this time. Thou canst not even skin him properly, little beggar brat, and forsooth I, Buldeo, must be told not to singe his whiskers. Mowgli, I will not give thee one anna of the reward, but only a very big beating. Leave the carcass!''

''By the Bull that bought me,'' said Mowgli, who was trying to get at the shoulder, ''must I stay babbling to an old ape all noon? Here, Akela, this man plagues me.''

Buldeo, who was still stooping over Shere Khan's head, found himself sprawling on the grass, with a gray wolf standing over him, while Mowgli went on skinning as though he were alone in all India.

''Ye-es,'' he said, between his teeth. ''Thou art altogether right, Buldeo. Thou wilt never give me one anna of the reward. There is an old war between this lame tiger and myself-a very old war, and-I have won.''

To do Buldeo justice, if he had been ten years younger he would have taken his chance with Akela had he met the wolf in the woods, but a wolf who obeyed the orders of this boy who had private wars with man-eating tigers was not a common animal. It was sorcery, magic of the worst kind, thought Buldeo, and he wondered whether the amulet round his neck would protect him. He lay as still as still, expecting every minute to see Mowgli turn into a tiger too.

''Maharaj! Great King,'' he said at last in a husky whisper.

''Yes,'' said Mowgli, without turning his head, chuckling a little.

''I am an old man. I did not know that thou wast anything more than a herdsboy. May I rise up and go away, or will thy servant tear me to pieces?''

''Go, and peace go with thee. Only, another time do not meddle with my game. Let him go, Akela.''

Buldeo hobbled away to the village as fast as he could, looking back over his shoulder in case Mowgli should change into something terrible. When he got to the village he told a tale of magic and enchantment and sorcery that made the priest look very grave.

Mowgli went on with his work, but it was nearly twilight before he and the wolves had drawn the great gay skin clear of the body.

''Now we must hide this and take the buffaloes home! Help me to herd them, Akela.''

The herd rounded up in the misty twilight, and when they got near the village Mowgli saw lights, and heard the conches and bells in the temple blowing and banging. Half the village seemed to be waiting for him by the gate. ''That is because I have killed Shere Khan,'' he said to himself. But a shower of stones whistled about his ears, and the villagers shouted: ''Sorcerer! Wolf's brat! Jungle demon! Go away! Get hence quickly or the priest will turn thee into a wolf again. Shoot, Buldeo, shoot!''

The old Tower musket went off with a bang, and a young buffalo bellowed in pain.

''More sorcery!'' shouted the villagers. ''He can turn bullets. Buldeo, that was thy buffalo.''

''Now what is this?'' said Mowgli, bewildered, as the stones flew thicker.

''They are not unlike the Pack, these brothers of thine,'' said Akela, sitting down composedly. ''It is in my head that, if bullets mean anything, they would cast thee out.''

''Wolf! Wolf's cub! Go away!'' shouted the priest, waving a sprig of the sacred tulsi plant.

''Again? Last time it was because I was a man. This time it is because I am a wolf. Let us go, Akela.''

A woman-it was Messua-ran across to the herd, and cried: ''Oh, my son, my son! They say thou art a sorcerer who can turn himself into a beast at will. I do not believe, but go away or they will kill thee. Buldeo says thou art a wizard, but I know thou hast avenged Nathoo's death.''

''Come back, Messua!'' shouted the crowd. ''Come back, or we will stone thee.''

Mowgli laughed a little short ugly laugh, for a stone had hit him in the mouth. ''Run back, Messua. This is one of the foolish tales they tell under the big tree at dusk. I have at least paid for thy son's life. Farewell; and run quickly, for I shall send the herd in more swiftly than their brickbats. I am no wizard, Messua. Farewell!''

''Now, once more, Akela,'' he cried. ''Bring the herd in.''

The buffaloes were anxious enough to get to the village. They hardly needed Akela's yell, but charged through the gate like a whirlwind, scattering the crowd right and left.

''Keep count!'' shouted Mowgli scornfully. ''It may be that I have stolen one of them. Keep count, for I will do your herding no more. Fare you well, children of men, and thank Messua that I do not come in with my wolves and hunt you up and down your street.''

He turned on his heel and walked away with the Lone Wolf, and as he looked up at the stars he felt happy. ''No more sleeping in traps for me, Akela. Let us get Shere Khan's skin and go away. No, we will not hurt the village, for Messua was kind to me.''

When the moon rose over the plain, making it look all milky, the horrified villagers saw Mowgli, with two wolves at his heels and a bundle on his head, trotting across at the steady wolf's trot that eats up the long miles like fire. Then they banged the temple bells and blew the conches louder than ever. And Messua cried, and Buldeo embroidered the story of his adventures in the jungle, till he ended by saying that Akela stood up on his hind legs and talked like a man.

The moon was just going down when Mowgli and the two wolves came to the hill of the Council Rock, and they stopped at Mother Wolf's cave.

''They have cast me out from the Man-Pack, Mother,'' shouted Mowgli, ''but I come with the hide of Shere Khan to keep my word.''

Mother Wolf walked stiffly from the cave with the cubs behind her, and her eyes glowed as she saw the skin.

''I told him on that day, when he crammed his head and shoulders into this cave, hunting for thy life, Little Frog-I told him that the hunter would be the hunted. It is well done.''

''Little Brother, it is well done,'' said a deep voice in the thicket. ''We were lonely in the jungle without thee, and Bagheera came running to Mowgli's bare feet. They clambered up the Council Rock together, and Mowgli spread the skin out on the flat stone where Akela used to sit, and pegged it down with four slivers of bamboo, and Akela lay down upon it, and called the old call to the Council, ''Look-look well, O Wolves,'' exactly as he had called when Mowgli was first brought there.

Title: The Jungle Book
Author: Rudyard Kipling
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