said Kaa , making feints with his head that even Mowgli 's quick hand could not turn aside . `` Look ! I touch thee here , Little Brother ! Here , and here ! Are thy hands numb ? Here again ! '' The game always ended in one way -- with a straight , driving blow of the head that knocked the boy over and over . Mowgli could never learn the guard for that lightning lunge , and , as Kaa said , there was not the least use in trying . `` Good hunting ! '' Kaa grunted at last ; and Mowgli , as usual , was shot away half a dozen yards , gasping and laughing . He rose with his fingers full of grass , and followed Kaa to the wise snake 's pet bathing-place -- a deep , pitchy-black pool surrounded with rocks , and made interesting by sunken tree-stumps . The boy slipped in , Jungle-fashion , without a sound , and dived across ; rose , too , without a sound , and turned on his back , his arms behind his head , watching the moon rising above the rocks , and breaking up her reflection in the water with his toes . Kaa 's diamond-shaped head cut the pool like a razor , and came out to rest on Mowgli 's shoulder . They lay still , soaking luxuriously in the cool water . `` It is VERY good , '' said Mowgli at last , sleepily . `` Now , in the Man-Pack , at this hour , as I remember , they laid them down upon hard pieces of wood in the inside of a mud-trap , and , having carefully shut out all the clean winds , drew foul cloth over their heavy heads and made evil songs through their noses . It is better in the Jungle . '' A hurrying cobra slipped down over a rock and drank , gave them `` Good hunting ! '' and went away . `` Sssh ! ''
said XXXXX , as though he had suddenly remembered something .
Brother Jungle-fashion Kaa Man-Pack Mowgli Sssh bathing-place feints lightning tree-stumps