There was nothing Mowgli liked better than , as he himself said , `` to pull the whiskers of Death , '' and make the Jungle know that he was their overlord . He had often , with Baloo 's help , robbed bees ' nests in single trees , and he knew that the Little People hated the smell of wild garlic . So he gathered a small bundle of it , tied it up with a bark string , and then followed Won-tolla 's blood-trail , as it ran southerly from the Lairs , for some five miles , looking at the trees with his head on one side , and chuckling as he looked . `` Mowgli the Frog have I been , '' said he to himself ; `` Mowgli the Wolf have I said that I am . Now Mowgli the Ape must I be before I am Mowgli the Buck . At the end I shall be Mowgli the Man . Ho ! '' and he slid his thumb along the eighteen-inch blade of his knife . Won-tolla 's trail , all rank with dark blood-spots , ran under a forest of thick trees that grew close together and stretched away north-eastward , gradually growing thinner and thinner to within two miles of the Bee Rocks . From the last tree to the low scrub of the Bee Rocks was open country , where there was hardly cover enough to hide a wolf . Mowgli trotted along under the trees , judging distances between branch and branch , occasionally climbing up a trunk and taking a trial leap from one tree to another till he came to the open ground , which he studied very carefully for an hour . Then he turned , picked up Won-tolla 's trail where he had left it , settled himself in a tree with an outrunning branch some eight feet from the ground , and sat still , sharpening his knife on the sole of his foot and singing to himself . A little before mid-day , when the sun was very warm , he heard the patter of feet and smelt the abominable smell of the dhole-pack as they trotted pitilessly along Won-tolla 's trail . Seen from above , the red dhole does not look half the size of a wolf , but Mowgli knew how strong his feet and jaws were . He watched the sharp bay head of the leader snuffing along the trail , and gave him `` Good hunting ! '' The brute looked up , and his companions halted behind him , scores and scores of red dogs with low-hung tails , heavy shoulders , weak quarters , and bloody mouths . The dholes are a very silent people as a rule , and they have no manners even in their own Jungle . Fully two hundred must have gathered below him , but he could see that the leaders sniffed hungrily on Won-tolla 's trail , and tried to drag the Pack forward . That would never do , or they would be at the Lairs in broad daylight , and Mowgli meant to hold them under his tree till dusk . `` By whose leave do ye come here ? ''
said XXXXX .
Baloo Mowgli Rocks Wolf Won-tolla dhole dhole-pack hour mid-day overlord