`` It is his little money , '' said Messua . `` We can take nothing else . '' `` Ah , yes . The stuff that passes from hand to hand and never grows warmer . Do they need it outside this place also ? '' said Mowgli . The man stared angrily . `` He is a fool , and no devil , '' he muttered . `` With the money I can buy a horse . We are too bruised to walk far , and the village will follow us in an hour . '' `` I say they will NOT follow till I choose ; but a horse is well thought of , for Messua is tired . '' Her husband stood up and knotted the last of the rupees into his waist-cloth . Mowgli helped Messua through the window , and the cool night air revived her , but the Jungle in the starlight looked very dark and terrible . `` Ye know the trail to Khanhiwara ? '' Mowgli whispered . They nodded . `` Good . Remember , now , not to be afraid . And there is no need to go quickly . Only -- only there may be some small singing in the Jungle behind you and before . ''
`` Think you we would have risked a XXXXX in the Jungle through anything less than the fear of burning ?
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