`` That may come , too -- Faugh , Shere Khan ! -- what new shame hast thou brought here ? '' The Lame Tiger had dipped his chin and jowl in the water , and dark , oily streaks were floating from it down-stream . `` Man ! '' said Shere Khan coolly , `` I killed an hour since . '' He went on purring and growling to himself . The line of beasts shook and wavered to and fro , and a whisper went up that grew to a cry . `` Man ! Man ! He has killed Man ! '' Then all looked towards Hathi , the wild elephant , but he seemed not to hear . Hathi never does anything till the time comes , and that is one of the reasons why he lives so long . `` At such a season as this to kill Man ! Was no other game afoot ? '' said Bagheera scornfully , drawing himself out of the tainted water , and shaking each paw , cat-fashion , as he did so . `` I killed for choice -- not for food . '' The horrified whisper began again , and Hathi 's watchful little white eye cocked itself in Shere Khan 's direction . `` For choice , '' Shere Khan drawled . `` Now come I to drink and make me clean again . Is there any to forbid ? ''
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