Bagheera went off to a hunting-lair that he knew , about two miles off . Mowgli made an easy way for himself up a convenient tree , knotted three or four creepers together , and in less time than it takes to tell was swinging in a hammock fifty feet above ground . Though he had no positive objection to strong daylight , Mowgli followed the custom of his friends , and used it as little as he could . When he waked among the very loud-voiced peoples that live in the trees , it was twilight once more , and he had been dreaming of the beautiful pebbles he had thrown away . `` At least I will look at the thing again , '' he said , and slid down a creeper to the earth ; but Bagheera was before him . Mowgli could hear him snuffing in the half light . `` Where is the thorn-pointed thing ? '' cried Mowgli . `` A man has taken it . Here is the trail . '' `` Now we shall see whether the Thuu spoke truth . If the pointed thing is Death , that man will die . Let us follow . '' `` Kill first , '' said Bagheera . `` An empty stomach makes a careless eye . Men go very slowly , and the Jungle is wet enough to hold the lightest mark . '' They killed as soon as they could , but it was nearly three hours before they finished their meat and drink and buckled down to the trail . The Jungle People know that nothing makes up for being hurried over your meals . `` Think you the pointed thing will turn in the man 's hand and kill him ? '' Mowgli asked .
`` The XXXXX said it was Death . ''
Bagheera Men Mowgli Thuu daylight first hours objection pebbles twilight