He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon . But what are those Master Words ? I am more likely to give help than to ask it '' -- Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue , ripping-chisel talons at the end of it -- `` still I should like to know . '' `` I will call Mowgli and he shall say them -- if he will . Come , Little Brother ! '' `` My head is ringing like a bee tree , '' said a sullen little voice over their heads , and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant , adding as he reached the ground : `` I come for Bagheera and not for thee , fat old Baloo ! '' `` That is all one to me , '' said Baloo , though he was hurt and grieved . `` Tell Bagheera , then , the Master Words of the Jungle that I have taught thee this day . '' `` Master Words for which people ? '' said Mowgli , delighted to show off . `` The jungle has many tongues . I know them all . '' `` A little thou knowest , but not much . See , O Bagheera , they never thank their teacher . Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings . Say the word for the Hunting-People , then -- great scholar . '' `` We be of one blood , ye and I , '' said Mowgli , giving the words the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use . `` Good . Now for the birds . '' Mowgli repeated , with the Kite 's whistle at the end of the sentence .
`` Now XXXXX the Snake-People , '' said Bagheera .
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