The panther had been casting in every direction to see how Big Foot 's trail led away from behind the rock . Then he gave tongue : `` I come from behind the rock upon my knees , dragging the thorn-pointed thing . Seeing no one , I run . I , Big Foot , run swiftly . The trail is clear . Let each follow his own . I run ! '' Bagheera swept on along the clearly-marked trail , and Mowgli followed the steps of the Gond . For some time there was silence in the Jungle . `` Where art thou , Little Foot ? '' cried Bagheera . Mowgli 's voice answered him not fifty yards to the right . `` Um ! '' said the Panther , with a deep cough . `` The two run side by side , drawing nearer ! '' They raced on another half-mile , always keeping about the same distance , till Mowgli , whose head was not so close to the ground as Bagheera 's , cried : `` They have met . Good hunting -- look ! 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 ? ''
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