Presently a hand fell on his shoulder , and looking up he saw Buldeo with the Tower musket . The children had told the village about the buffalo stampede , and Buldeo went out angrily , only too anxious to correct Mowgli for not taking better care of the herd . The wolves dropped out of sight as soon as they saw the man coming . `` What is this folly ? '' said Buldeo angrily . `` To think that thou canst skin a tiger ! Where did the buffaloes kill him ? It is the Lame Tiger too , and there is a hundred rupees on his head . Well , well , we will overlook thy letting the herd run off , and perhaps I will give thee one of the rupees of the reward when I have taken the skin to Khanhiwara . '' He fumbled in his waist cloth for flint and steel , and stooped down to singe Shere Khan 's whiskers . Most native hunters always singe a tiger 's whiskers to prevent his ghost from haunting them . `` Hum ! '' said Mowgli , half to himself as he ripped back the skin of a forepaw . `` So thou wilt take the hide to Khanhiwara for the reward , and perhaps give me one rupee ? Now it is in my mind that I need the skin for my own use . Heh ! Old man , take away that fire ! '' `` What talk is this to the chief hunter of the village ? Thy luck and the stupidity of thy buffaloes have helped thee to this kill . The tiger has just fed , or he would have gone twenty miles by this time .
Thou canst not even skin him properly , little beggar brat , and forsooth I , Buldeo , must be told not XXXXX singe his whiskers .
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