Now he saw why Mowgli had sent for Hathi . No one but the long-lived elephant could plan and carry through such a war . `` Let them run as the men ran from the fields of Bhurtpore , till we have the rain-water for the only plough , and the noise of the rain on the thick leaves for the pattering of their spindles -- till Bagheera and I lair in the house of the Brahmin , and the buck drink at the tank behind the temple ! Let in the Jungle , Hathi ! '' `` But I -- but we have no quarrel with them , and it needs the red rage of great pain ere we tear down the places where men sleep , '' said Hathi doubtfully . `` Are ye the only eaters of grass in the Jungle ? Drive in your peoples . Let the deer and the pig and the nilghai look to it . Ye need never show a hand 's - breadth of hide till the fields are naked . Let in the Jungle , Hathi ! '' `` There will be no killing ? My tusks were red at the Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore , and I would not wake that smell again . '' `` Nor I. I do not wish even their bones to lie on the clean earth . Let them go and find a fresh lair . They can not stay here . I have seen and smelled the blood of the woman that gave me food -- the woman whom they would have killed but for me . Only the smell of the new grass on their door-steps can take away that smell . It burns in my mouth . Let in the Jungle , Hathi ! '' `` Ah ! ''
said XXXXX .
Bagheera Hathi burns door-steps lair pattering plough rain-water spindles war