`` By the Broken Lock that freed me , they will think they have caught big game ! Come and sit beside me , Little Brother ; we will give them ` good hunting ' together ! '' `` No ; I have another thought in my stomach . The Man-Pack shall not know what share I have in the sport . Make thine own hunt . I do not wish to see them . '' `` Be it so , '' said Bagheera . `` Ah , now they come ! '' The conference under the peepul-tree had been growing noisier and noisier , at the far end of the village . It broke in wild yells , and a rush up the street of men and women , waving clubs and bamboos and sickles and knives . Buldeo and the Brahmin were at the head of it , but the mob was close at their heels , and they cried , `` The witch and the wizard ! Let us see if hot coins will make them confess ! Burn the hut over their heads ! We will teach them to shelter wolf-devils ! Nay , beat them first ! Torches ! More torches ! Buldeo , heat the gun-barrels ! '' Here was some little difficulty with the catch of the door . It had been very firmly fastened , but the crowd tore it away bodily , and the light of the torches streamed into the room where , stretched at full length on the bed , his paws crossed and lightly hung down over one end , black as the Pit , and terrible as a demon , was Bagheera .
There was one half-minute of desperate silence , as the front ranks of the crowd clawed and tore their way back from the threshold , and in that minute XXXXX raised his head and yawned -- elaborately , carefully , and ostentatiously -- as he would yawn when he wished to insult an equal .
Bagheera Brahmin Brother Buldeo Man-Pack bamboos gun-barrels peepul-tree sickles wolf-devils