cried Bagheera . Mowgli 's voice answered him not fifty yards to the right . `` Um ! '' said the Panther , with a deep cough . `` The two run side by side , drawing nearer ! '' They raced on another half-mile , always keeping about the same distance , till Mowgli , whose head was not so close to the ground as Bagheera 's , cried : `` They have met . Good hunting -- look ! Here stood Little Foot , with his knee on a rock -- and yonder is Big Foot indeed ! '' Not ten yards in front of them , stretched across a pile of broken rocks , lay the body of a villager of the district , a long , small-feathered Gond arrow through his back and breast . `` Was the Thuu so old and so mad , Little Brother ? '' said Bagheera gently . `` Here is one death , at least . '' `` Follow on . But where is the drinker of elephant 's blood -- the red-eyed thorn ? '' `` Little Foot has it -- perhaps . It is single-foot again now . '' The single trail of a light man who had been running quickly and bearing a burden on his left shoulder held on round a long , low spur of dried grass , where each footfall seemed , to the sharp eyes of the trackers , marked in hot iron . Neither spoke till the trail ran up to the ashes of a camp-fire hidden in a ravine . `` Again ! '' said Bagheera , checking as though he had been turned into stone .
The body of a little wizened Gond lay with its feet in the ashes , and XXXXX looked inquiringly at Mowgli .
Bagheera Brother Foot Mowgli Thuu head left right trackers voice