Leave the carcass ! '' `` By the Bull that bought me , '' said Mowgli , who was trying to get at the shoulder , `` must I stay babbling to an old ape all noon ? Here , Akela , this man plagues me . '' Buldeo , who was still stooping over Shere Khan 's head , found himself sprawling on the grass , with a gray wolf standing over him , while Mowgli went on skinning as though he were alone in all India . `` Ye-es , '' he said , between his teeth . `` Thou art altogether right , Buldeo . Thou wilt never give me one anna of the reward . There is an old war between this lame tiger and myself -- a very old war , and -- I have won . '' To do Buldeo justice , if he had been ten years younger he would have taken his chance with Akela had he met the wolf in the woods , but a wolf who obeyed the orders of this boy who had private wars with man-eating tigers was not a common animal . It was sorcery , magic of the worst kind , thought Buldeo , and he wondered whether the amulet round his neck would protect him . He lay as still as still , expecting every minute to see Mowgli turn into a tiger too . `` Maharaj ! Great King , '' he said at last in a husky whisper . `` Yes , '' said Mowgli , without turning his head , chuckling a little . `` I am an old man . I did not know that thou wast anything more than a herdsboy . May I rise up and go away , or will thy servant tear me to pieces ? '' `` Go , and peace go with thee . Only , another time do not meddle with my game . Let him go , Akela . ''
Buldeo hobbled away to the village as fast XXXXX he could , looking back over his shoulder in case Mowgli should change into something terrible .
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