`` It is not wise to kill cubs and lahinis , '' Mowgli went on philosophically , wiping the blood out of his eyes , `` unless one has also killed the Outlier ; and it is in my stomach that this Won-tolla kills thee . '' A dhole leaped to his leader 's aid ; but before his teeth had found Won-tolla 's flank , Mowgli 's knife was in his throat , and Gray Brother took what was left . `` And thus do we do in the Jungle , '' said Mowgli . Won-tolla said not a word , only his jaws were closing and closing on the backbone as his life ebbed . The dhole shuddered , his head dropped , and he lay still , and Won-tolla dropped above him . `` Huh ! The Blood Debt is paid , '' said Mowgli . `` Sing the song , Won-tolla . '' `` He hunts no more , '' said Gray Brother ; `` and Akela , too , is silent this long time . '' `` The bone is cracked ! '' thundered Phao , son of Phaona . `` They go ! Kill , kill out , O hunters of the Free People ! '' Dhole after dhole was slinking away from those dark and bloody sands to the river , to the thick Jungle , up-stream or down-stream as he saw the road clear . `` The debt ! The debt ! '' shouted Mowgli . `` Pay the debt ! They have slain the Lone Wolf ! Let not a dog go ! ''
He was flying to the river , knife in hand , to check any dhole who dared to take water , when , from under a mound of nine dead , rose XXXXX 's head and fore-quarters , and Mowgli dropped on his knees beside the Lone Wolf .
Akela Brother Mowgli Outlier Phaona Wolf dhole lahinis left up-stream