`` The rest is with thy brethren below yonder , The Little People go back to sleep . They have chased us far . Now I , too , turn back , for I am not of one skin with any wolf . Good hunting , Little Brother , and remember the dhole bites low . '' A wolf came running along the bank on three legs , leaping up and down , laying his head sideways close to the ground , hunching his back , and breaking high into the air , as though he were playing with his cubs . It was Won-tolla , the Outlier , and he said never a word , but continued his horrible sport beside the dholes . They had been long in the water now , and were swimming wearily , their coats drenched and heavy , their bushy tails dragging like sponges , so tired and shaken that they , too , were silent , watching the pair of blazing eyes that moved abreast . `` This is no good hunting , '' said one , panting . `` Good hunting ! '' said Mowgli , as he rose boldly at the brute 's side , and sent the long knife home behind the shoulder , pushing hard to avoid his dying snap . `` Art thou there , Man-cub ? '' said Won-tolla across the water . `` Ask of the dead , Outlier , '' Mowgli replied . `` Have none come down-stream ? I have filled these dogs ' mouths with dirt ; I have tricked them in the broad daylight , and their leader lacks his tail , but here be some few for thee still . Whither shall I drive them ? '' `` I will wait , '' said Won-tolla . `` The night is before me . '' Nearer and nearer came the bay of the Seeonee wolves . `` For the Pack , for the Full Pack it is met ! ''
and a bend in the river drove the XXXXX forward among the sands and shoals opposite the Lairs .
Brother Mowgli Outlier Seeonee Whither Won-tolla dhole dholes down-stream night