They move slowly , killing out as they go , but in two days a little strength will come back to me and I turn again for the Blood Debt . But for YE , Free People , my word is that ye go north and eat but little for a while till the dhole are gone . There is no meat in this hunting . '' `` Hear the Outlier ! '' said Mowgli with a laugh . `` Free People , we must go north and dig lizards and rats from the bank , lest by any chance we meet the dhole . He must kill out our hunting-grounds , while we lie hid in the north till it please him to give us our own again . He is a dog -- and the pup of a dog -- red , yellow-bellied , lairless , and haired between every toe ! He counts his cubs six and eight at the litter , as though he were Chikai , the little leaping rat . Surely we must run away , Free People , and beg leave of the peoples of the north for the offal of dead cattle ! Ye know the saying : ` North are the vermin ; south are the lice . WE are the Jungle . ' Choose ye , O choose . It is good hunting ! For the Pack -- for the Full Pack -- for the lair and the litter ; for the in-kill and the out-kill ; for the mate that drives the doe and the little , little cub within the cave ; it is met ! -- it is met ! -- it is met ! '' The Pack answered with one deep , crashing bark that sounded in the night like a big tree falling . `` It is met ! '' they cried .
`` Stay with these , '' said XXXXX to the Four .
Chikai Mowgli Ye days dhole hunting-grounds in-kill lair night vermin