I must look to this . Whatever they would do to Messua they will not do till Buldeo returns . And so -- '' Mowgli thought hard , with his fingers playing round the haft of the skinning-knife , while Buldeo and the charcoal-burners went off very valiantly in single file . `` I go hot-foot back to the Man-Pack , '' Mowgli said at last . `` And those ? '' said Gray Brother , looking hungrily after the brown backs of the charcoal-burners . `` Sing them home , '' said Mowgli , with a grin ; `` I do not wish them to be at the village gates till it is dark . Can ye hold them ? '' Gray Brother bared his white teeth in contempt . `` We can head them round and round in circles like tethered goats -- if I know Man . '' `` That I do not need . Sing to them a little , lest they be lonely on the road , and , Gray Brother , the song need not be of the sweetest . Go with them , Bagheera , and help make that song . When night is shut down , meet me by the village -- Gray Brother knows the place . '' `` It is no light hunting to work for a Man-cub . When shall I sleep ? '' said Bagheera , yawning , though his eyes showed that he was delighted with the amusement . `` Me to sing to naked men ! But let us try . '' He lowered his head so that the sound would travel , and cried a long , long , `` Good hunting '' -- a midnight call in the afternoon , which was quite awful enough to begin with .
XXXXX heard it rumble , and rise , and fall , and die off in a creepy sort of whine behind him , and laughed to himself as he ran through the Jungle .
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