`` Having cast the skin , '' said Kaa , `` we may not creep into it afresh . It is the Law . '' `` Listen , dearest of all to me , '' said Baloo . There is neither word nor will here to hold thee back . Look up ! Who may question the Master of the Jungle ? I saw thee playing among the white pebbles yonder when thou wast a little frog ; and Bagheera , that bought thee for the price of a young bull newly killed , saw thee also . Of that Looking Over we two only remain ; for Raksha , thy lair-mother , is dead with thy lair-father ; the old Wolf-Pack is long since dead ; thou knowest whither Shere Khan went , and Akela died among the dholes , where , but for thy wisdom and strength , the second Seeonee Pack would also have died . There remains nothing but old bones . It is no longer the Man-cub that asks leave of his Pack , but the Master of the Jungle that changes his trail . Who shall question Man in his ways ? '' `` But Bagheera and the Bull that bought me , '' said Mowgli . `` I would not -- '' His words were cut short by a roar and a crash in the thicket below , and Bagheera , light , strong , and terrible as always , stood before him . `` Therefore , '' he said , stretching out a dripping right paw , `` I did not come . It was a long hunt , but he lies dead in the bushes now -- a bull in his second year -- the Bull that frees thee , Little Brother . All debts are paid now . For the rest , my word is Baloo 's word . '' He licked Mowgli 's foot . `` Remember , Bagheera loved thee , '' he cried , and bounded away . At the foot of the hill he cried again long and loud , `` Good hunting on a new trail , Master of the Jungle !
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Akela Bagheera Baloo Khan Man-cub Raksha Seeonee Wolf-Pack dholes lair-mother