`` Follow on . But where is the drinker of elephant 's blood -- the red-eyed thorn ? '' `` Little Foot has it -- perhaps . It is single-foot again now . '' The single trail of a light man who had been running quickly and bearing a burden on his left shoulder held on round a long , low spur of dried grass , where each footfall seemed , to the sharp eyes of the trackers , marked in hot iron . Neither spoke till the trail ran up to the ashes of a camp-fire hidden in a ravine . `` Again ! '' said Bagheera , checking as though he had been turned into stone . The body of a little wizened Gond lay with its feet in the ashes , and Bagheera looked inquiringly at Mowgli . `` That was done with a bamboo , '' said the boy , after one glance . `` I have used such a thing among the buffaloes when I served in the Man-Pack . The Father of Cobras -- I am sorrowful that I made a jest of him -- knew the breed well , as I might have known . Said I not that men kill for idleness ? '' `` Indeed , they killed for the sake of the red and blue stones , '' Bagheera answered . `` Remember , I was in the King 's cages at Oodeypore . '' `` One , two , three , four tracks , '' said Mowgli , stooping over the ashes . `` Four tracks of men with shod feet . They do not go so quickly as Gonds . Now , what evil had the little woodman done to them ? See , they talked together , all five , standing up , before they killed him .
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Bagheera Cobras Gonds King Man-Pack Mowgli Oodeypore bamboo left trackers