`` Mowgli , the Frog . Man-cub they call me ! Mark my trail ! '' The last words were shrieked as he was being swung through the air , but Rann nodded and rose up till he looked no bigger than a speck of dust , and there he hung , watching with his telescope eyes the swaying of the treetops as Mowgli 's escort whirled along . `` They never go far , '' he said with a chuckle . `` They never do what they set out to do . Always pecking at new things are the Bandar-log . This time , if I have any eye-sight , they have pecked down trouble for themselves , for Baloo is no fledgling and Bagheera can , as I know , kill more than goats . '' So he rocked on his wings , his feet gathered up under him , and waited . Meantime , Baloo and Bagheera were furious with rage and grief . Bagheera climbed as he had never climbed before , but the thin branches broke beneath his weight , and he slipped down , his claws full of bark . `` Why didst thou not warn the man-cub ? '' he roared to poor Baloo , who had set off at a clumsy trot in the hope of overtaking the monkeys . `` What was the use of half slaying him with blows if thou didst not warn him ? '' `` Haste ! O haste ! We -- we may catch them yet ! '' Baloo panted . `` At that speed ! It would not tire a wounded cow .
Teacher of the Law -- cub-beater -- a mile of that rolling XXXXX and fro would burst thee open .
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