`` After the summer come the Rains , and after the Rains comes the spring . Go back before thou art driven . '' `` Who will drive me ? '' `` Mowgli will drive Mowgli . Go back to thy people . Go to Man . '' `` When Mowgli drives Mowgli I will go , '' Mowgli answered . `` There is no more to say , '' said Akela . `` Little Brother , canst thou raise me to my feet ? I also was a leader of the Free People . '' Very carefully and gently Mowgli lifted the bodies aside , and raised Akela to his feet , both arms round him , and the Lone Wolf drew a long breath , and began the Death Song that a leader of the Pack should sing when he dies . It gathered strength as he went on , lifting and lifting , and ringing far across the river , till it came to the last `` Good hunting ! '' and Akela shook himself clear of Mowgli for an instant , and , leaping into the air , fell backward dead upon his last and most terrible kill . Mowgli sat with his head on his knees , careless of anything else , while the remnant of the flying dholes were being overtaken and run down by the merciless lahinis . Little by little the cries died away , and the wolves returned limping , as their wounds stiffened , to take stock of the losses . Fifteen of the Pack , as well as half a dozen lahinis , lay dead by the river , and of the others not one was unmarked . And Mowgli sat through it all till the cold daybreak , when Phao 's wet , red muzzle was dropped in his hand , and Mowgli drew back to show the gaunt body of Akela . `` Good hunting ! '' said Phao , as though Akela were still alive , and then over his bitten shoulder to the others : `` Howl , dogs ! A Wolf has died to-night ! ''
But of all the Pack of two hundred fighting XXXXX , whose boast was that all jungles were their Jungle , and that no living thing could stand before them , not one returned to the Dekkan to carry that word .
Brother Mowgli Phao Rains Song Wolf canst dholes lahinis to-night