That charge carried both herds out into the plain , goring and stamping and snorting . Mowgli watched his time , and slipped off Rama 's neck , laying about him right and left with his stick . `` Quick , Akela ! Break them up . Scatter them , or they will be fighting one another . Drive them away , Akela . Hai , Rama ! Hai , hai , hai ! my children . Softly now , softly ! It is all over . '' Akela and Gray Brother ran to and fro nipping the buffaloes ' legs , and though the herd wheeled once to charge up the ravine again , Mowgli managed to turn Rama , and the others followed him to the wallows . Shere Khan needed no more trampling . He was dead , and the kites were coming for him already . `` Brothers , that was a dog 's death , '' said Mowgli , feeling for the knife he always carried in a sheath round his neck now that he lived with men . `` But he would never have shown fight . His hide will look well on the Council Rock . We must get to work swiftly . '' A boy trained among men would never have dreamed of skinning a ten-foot tiger alone , but Mowgli knew better than anyone else how an animal 's skin is fitted on , and how it can be taken off . But it was hard work , and Mowgli slashed and tore and grunted for an hour , while the wolves lolled out their tongues , or came forward and tugged as he ordered them .
Presently a hand fell on his shoulder , and looking up he saw Buldeo XXXXX the Tower musket .
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