said Gray Brother , looking hungrily after the brown backs of the charcoal-burners . `` Sing them home , '' said Mowgli , with a grin ; `` I do not wish them to be at the village gates till it is dark . Can ye hold them ? '' Gray Brother bared his white teeth in contempt . `` We can head them round and round in circles like tethered goats -- if I know Man . '' `` That I do not need . Sing to them a little , lest they be lonely on the road , and , Gray Brother , the song need not be of the sweetest . Go with them , Bagheera , and help make that song . When night is shut down , meet me by the village -- Gray Brother knows the place . '' `` It is no light hunting to work for a Man-cub . When shall I sleep ? '' said Bagheera , yawning , though his eyes showed that he was delighted with the amusement . `` Me to sing to naked men ! But let us try . '' He lowered his head so that the sound would travel , and cried a long , long , `` Good hunting '' -- a midnight call in the afternoon , which was quite awful enough to begin with . Mowgli heard it rumble , and rise , and fall , and die off in a creepy sort of whine behind him , and laughed to himself as he ran through the Jungle . He could see the charcoal-burners huddled in a knot ; old Buldeo 's gun-barrel waving , like a banana-leaf , to every point of the compass at once . Then Gray Brother gave the Ya-la-hi ! Yalaha ! call for the buck-driving , when the Pack drives the nilghai , the big blue cow , before them , and it seemed to come from the very ends of the earth , nearer , and nearer , and nearer , till it ended in a shriek snapped off short .
The other three answered , till even XXXXX could have vowed that the full Pack was in full cry , and then they all broke into the magnificent Morning-song in the Jungle , with every turn , and flourish , and grace-note that a deep-mouthed wolf of the Pack knows .
Bagheera Brother Man-cub Mowgli Ya-la-hi banana-leaf buck-driving charcoal-burners goats nilghai