Now I , too , must remember my song , '' and he began purring and crooning to himself , harking back dissatisfied again and again . `` There is no game afoot , '' said Mowgli . `` Little Brother , are BOTH thine ears stopped ? That is no killing-word , but my song that I make ready against the need . '' `` I had forgotten . I shall know when the Time of New Talk is here , because then thou and the others all run away and leave me alone . '' Mowgli spoke rather savagely . `` But , indeed , Little Brother , '' Bagheera began , `` we do not always -- '' `` I say ye do , '' said Mowgli , shooting out his forefinger angrily . `` Ye DO run away , and I , who am the Master of the Jungle , must needs walk alone . How was it last season , when I would gather sugar-cane from the fields of a Man-Pack ? I sent a runner -- I sent thee ! -- to Hathi , bidding him to come upon such a night and pluck the sweet grass for me with his trunk . '' `` He came only two nights later , '' said Bagheera , cowering a little ; `` and of that long , sweet grass that pleased thee so he gathered more than any Man-cub could eat in all the nights of the Rains . That was no fault of mine . '' `` He did not come upon the night when I sent him the word . No , he was trumpeting and running and roaring through the valleys in the moonlight . His trail was like the trail of three elephants , for he would not hide among the trees . He danced in the moonlight before the houses of the Man-Pack . I saw him , and yet he would not come to me ; and I am the Master of the Jungle ! '' `` It was the Time of New Talk , '' said the panther , always very humble .
`` Perhaps , Little XXXXX , thou didst not that time call him by a Master-word ?
Bagheera Brother Hathi Man-Pack Man-cub Mowgli killing-word later nights sugar-cane