`` But , indeed , and truly , Little Brother , it is not -- it is not seemly to say ` Come , ' and ` Go , ' to Hathi . Remember , he is the Master of the Jungle , and before the Man-Pack changed the look on thy face , he taught thee the Master-words of the Jungle . '' `` That is all one . I have a Master-word for him now . Bid him come to Mowgli , the Frog : and if he does not hear at first , bid him come because of the Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore . '' `` The Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore , '' Bagheera repeated two or three times to make sure . `` I go . Hathi can but be angry at the worst , and I would give a moon 's hunting to hear a Master-word that compels the Silent One . '' He went away , leaving Mowgli stabbing furiously with his skinning-knife into the earth . Mowgli had never seen human blood in his life before till he had seen , and -- what meant much more to him -- smelled Messua 's blood on the thongs that bound her . And Messua had been kind to him , and , so far as he knew anything about love , he loved Messua as completely as he hated the rest of mankind . But deeply as he loathed them , their talk , their cruelty , and their cowardice , not for anything the Jungle had to offer could he bring himself to take a human life , and have that terrible scent of blood back again in his nostrils . His plan was simpler , but much more thorough ; and he laughed to himself when he thought that it was one of old Buldeo 's tales told under the peepul-tree in the evening that had put the idea into his head . `` It WAS a Master-word , '' Bagheera whispered in his ear . `` They were feeding by the river , and they obeyed as though they were bullocks . Look where they come now ! '' Hathi and his three sons had arrived , in their usual way , without a sound . The mud of the river was still fresh on their flanks , and Hathi was thoughtfully chewing the green stem of a young plantain-tree that he had gouged up with his tusks . But every line in his vast body showed to Bagheera , who could see things when he came across them , that it was not the Master of the Jungle speaking to a Man-cub , but one who was afraid coming before one who was not . His three sons rolled side by side , behind their father .
XXXXX hardly lifted his head as Hathi gave him `` Good hunting . ''
Bagheera Bhurtpore Jungle Master-word Messua Mowgli evening flanks peepul-tree skinning-knife