On such nights runs he to and fro . '' `` Uhh ! '' said the cow , dropping her head again to graze , `` I thought it was Man . '' `` I say no . Oh , Mowgli , is it danger ? '' lowed Mysa . `` Oh , Mowgli , is it danger ? '' the boy called back mockingly . `` That is all Mysa thinks for : Is it danger ? But for Mowgli , who goes to and fro in the Jungle by night , watching , what do ye care ? '' `` How loud he cries ! '' said the cow . `` Thus do they cry , '' Mysa answered contemptuously , `` who , having torn up the grass , know not how to eat it . '' `` For less than this , '' Mowgli groaned to himself , `` for less than this even last Rains I had pricked Mysa out of his wallow , and ridden him through the swamp on a rush halter . '' He stretched a hand to break one of the feathery reeds , but drew it back with a sigh . Mysa went on steadily chewing the cud , and the long grass ripped where the cow grazed . `` I will not die HERE , '' he said angrily . `` Mysa , who is of one blood with Jacala and the pig , would see me . Let us go beyond the swamp and see what comes . Never have I run such a spring running -- hot and cold together .
Up , XXXXX ! ''
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