`` Yonder is the road to the Jungle '' -- Mowgli pointed through the window . `` Your hands and feet are free . Go now . '' `` We do not know the Jungle , my son , as -- as thou knowest , '' Messua began . `` I do not think that I could walk far . '' `` And the men and women would be upon our backs and drag us here again , '' said the husband . `` H 'm ! '' said Mowgli , and he tickled the palm of his hand with the tip of his skinning-knife ; `` I have no wish to do harm to any one of this village -- YET . But I do not think they will stay thee . In a little while they will have much else to think upon . Ah ! '' he lifted his head and listened to shouting and trampling outside . `` So they have let Buldeo come home at last ? '' `` He was sent out this morning to kill thee , '' Messua cried . `` Didst thou meet him ? '' `` Yes -- we -- I met him . He has a tale to tell and while he is telling it there is time to do much . But first I will learn what they mean . Think where ye would go , and tell me when I come back . '' He bounded through the window and ran along again outside the wall of the village till he came within ear-shot of the crowd round the peepul-tree .
XXXXX was lying on the ground , coughing and groaning , and every one was asking him questions .
Buldeo Didst Messua Mowgli ear-shot first peepul-tree skinning-knife tip window