`` 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 dholes forward among the sands and shoals opposite the Lairs . Then they saw their mistake . They should have landed half a mile higher up , and rushed the wolves on dry ground . Now it was too late . The bank was lined with burning eyes , and except for the horrible pheeal that had never stopped since sundown , there was no sound in the Jungle . It seemed as though Won-tolla were fawning on them to come ashore ; and `` Turn and take hold ! '' said the leader of the dholes . The entire Pack flung themselves at the shore , threshing and squattering through the shoal water , till the face of the Waingunga was all white and torn , and the great ripples went from side to side , like bow-waves from a boat .
XXXXX followed the rush , stabbing and slicing as the dholes , huddled together , rushed up the river-beach in one wave .
Man-cub Mowgli Outlier Waingunga Whither bow-waves daylight dholes night pheeal