Here stood Little Foot , with his knee on a rock -- and yonder is Big Foot indeed ! '' Not ten yards in front of them , stretched across a pile of broken rocks , lay the body of a villager of the district , a long , small-feathered Gond arrow through his back and breast . `` Was the Thuu so old and so mad , Little Brother ? '' said Bagheera gently . `` Here is one death , at least . '' `` Follow on . But where is the drinker of elephant 's blood -- the red-eyed thorn ? '' `` Little Foot has it -- perhaps . It is single-foot again now . '' The single trail of a light man who had been running quickly and bearing a burden on his left shoulder held on round a long , low spur of dried grass , where each footfall seemed , to the sharp eyes of the trackers , marked in hot iron . Neither spoke till the trail ran up to the ashes of a camp-fire hidden in a ravine . `` Again ! '' said Bagheera , checking as though he had been turned into stone . The body of a little wizened Gond lay with its feet in the ashes , and Bagheera looked inquiringly at Mowgli . `` That was done with a bamboo , '' said the boy , after one glance . `` I have used such a thing among the buffaloes when I served in the Man-Pack . The Father of Cobras -- I am sorrowful that I made a jest of him -- knew the breed well , as I might have known . Said I not that men kill for idleness ? '' `` Indeed , they killed for the sake of the red and blue stones , '' Bagheera answered . `` Remember , I was in the King 's cages at Oodeypore . ''
`` One , two , three , four tracks , '' said XXXXX , stooping over the ashes .
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