Gray Brother followed his example quickly , keeping a little to his left to get the wind that was blowing from the right , while Akela bounded fifty yards up wind , and , half-crouching , stiffened too . Mowgli looked on enviously . He could smell things as very few human beings could , but he had never reached the hair-trigger-like sensitiveness of a Jungle nose ; and his three months in the smoky village had set him back sadly . However , he dampened his finger , rubbed it on his nose , and stood erect to catch the upper scent , which , though it is the faintest , is the truest . `` Man ! '' Akela growled , dropping on his haunches . `` Buldeo ! '' said Mowgli , sitting down . `` He follows our trail , and yonder is the sunlight on his gun . Look ! '' It was no more than a splash of sunlight , for a fraction of a second , on the brass clamps of the old Tower musket , but nothing in the Jungle winks with just that flash , except when the clouds race over the sky . Then a piece of mica , or a little pool , or even a highly-polished leaf will flash like a heliograph . But that day was cloudless and still . `` I knew men would follow , '' said Akela triumphantly . `` Not for nothing have I led the Pack . '' The four cubs said nothing , but ran down hill on their bellies , melting into the thorn and under-brush as a mole melts into a lawn . `` Where go ye , and without word ? '' Mowgli called . `` H'sh ! We roll his skull here before mid-day ! ''
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