`` The meat is very near the bone , '' Gray Brother yelled . He was bleeding from a score of flesh-wounds . `` But the bone is yet to be cracked , '' said Mowgli . `` Eowawa ! THUS do we do in the Jungle ! '' The red blade ran like a flame along the side of a dhole whose hind-quarters were hidden by the weight of a clinging wolf . `` My kill ! '' snorted the wolf through his wrinkled nostrils . `` Leave him to me . '' `` Is thy stomach still empty , Outlier ? '' said Mowgli . Won-tolla was fearfully punished , but his grip had paralysed the dhole , who could not turn round and reach him . `` By the Bull that bought me , '' said Mowgli , with a bitter laugh , `` it is the tailless one ! '' And indeed it was the big bay-coloured leader . `` 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 XXXXX .
Brother Bull Mowgli Outlier Won-tolla dhole flesh-wounds hind-quarters lahinis left