The Pack would not go forward on Won-tolla 's trail now till they had killed Mowgli or Mowgli had killed them . He saw them settle down in circles with a quiver of the haunches that meant they were going to stay , and so he climbed to a higher crotch , settled his back comfortably , and went to sleep . After three or four hours he waked and counted the Pack . They were all there , silent , husky , and dry , with eyes of steel . The sun was beginning to sink . In half an hour the Little People of the Rocks would be ending their labours , and , as you know , the dhole does not fight best in the twilight . `` I did not need such faithful watchers , '' he said politely , standing up on a branch , `` but I will remember this . Ye be true dholes , but to my thinking over much of one kind . For that reason I do not give the big lizard-eater his tail again . Art thou not pleased , Red Dog ? '' `` I myself will tear out thy stomach ! '' yelled the leader , scratching at the foot of the tree . `` Nay , but consider , wise rat of the Dekkan . There will now be many litters of little tailless red dogs , yea , with raw red stumps that sting when the sand is hot . Go home , Red Dog , and cry that an ape has done this . Ye will not go ? Come , then , with me , and I will make you very wise ! '' He moved , Bandar-log fashion , into the next tree , and so on into the next and the next , the Pack following with lifted hungry heads . Now and then he would pretend to fall , and the Pack would tumble one over the other in their haste to be at the death . It was a curious sight -- the boy with the knife that shone in the low sunlight as it sifted through the upper branches , and the silent Pack with their red coats all aflame , huddling and following below .
When he came to the last tree he took the garlic and rubbed himself all over carefully , and the XXXXX yelled with scorn .
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