Not long wilt thou hold it , Jungle Man , nor he who takes it from thee . They will kill , and kill , and kill for its sake ! My strength is dried up , but the ankus will do my work . It is Death ! It is Death ! It is Death ! '' Mowgli crawled out through the hole into the passage again , and the last that he saw was the White Cobra striking furiously with his harmless fangs at the stolid golden faces of the gods that lay on the floor , and hissing , `` It is Death ! '' They were glad to get to the light of day once more ; and when they were back in their own Jungle and Mowgli made the ankus glitter in the morning light , he was almost as pleased as though he had found a bunch of new flowers to stick in his hair . `` This is brighter than Bagheera 's eyes , '' he said delightedly , as he twirled the ruby . `` I will show it to him ; but what did the Thuu mean when he talked of death ? '' `` I can not say . I am sorrowful to my tail 's tail that he felt not thy knife . There is always evil at Cold Lairs -- above ground or below . But now I am hungry . Dost thou hunt with me this dawn ? '' said Kaa . `` No ; Bagheera must see this thing . Good hunting ! '' Mowgli danced off , flourishing the great ankus , and stopping from time to time to admire it , till he came to that part of the Jungle Bagheera chiefly used , and found him drinking after a heavy kill . Mowgli told him all his adventures from beginning to end , and Bagheera sniffed at the ankus between whiles .
When XXXXX came to the White Cobra 's last words , the Panther purred approvingly .
Bagheera Kaa Man Mowgli Thuu ankus day morning ruby whiles