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 Mowgli to the Four . `` We shall need every tooth . Phao and Akela must make ready the battle . I go to count the dogs . '' `` It is death ! '' Won-tolla cried , half rising . `` What can such a hairless one do against the Red Dog ? Even the Striped One , remember -- '' `` Thou art indeed an Outlier , '' Mowgli called back ; `` but we will speak when the dholes are dead . Good hunting all ! '' He hurried off into the darkness , wild with excitement , hardly looking where he set foot , and the natural consequence was that he tripped full length over Kaa 's great coils where the python lay watching a deer-path near the river . `` Kssha ! '' said Kaa angrily .
`` Is this jungle-work , to stamp and tramp and undo a XXXXX 's hunting -- when the game are moving so well , too ? ''
Akela Kaa Outlier Phao Red Striped Won-tolla deer-path dholes night