the wolves repeated every few minutes ; and Mowgli translated until he came to the witch part of the story , which was a little beyond him , and then he said that the man and woman who had been so kind to him were trapped . `` Does Man trap Man ? '' said Bagheera . `` So he says . I can not understand the talk . They are all mad together . What have Messua and her man to do with me that they should be put in a trap ; and what is all this talk about the Red Flower ? 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 XXXXX knows the place . ''
Bagheera Brother Man Man-Pack Messua Mowgli Red charcoal-burners haft minutes