`` He can turn bullets . Buldeo , that was thy buffalo . '' `` Now what is this ? '' said Mowgli , bewildered , as the stones flew thicker . `` They are not unlike the Pack , these brothers of thine , '' said Akela , sitting down composedly . `` It is in my head that , if bullets mean anything , they would cast thee out . '' `` Wolf ! Wolf 's cub ! Go away ! '' shouted the priest , waving a sprig of the sacred tulsi plant . `` Again ? Last time it was because I was a man . This time it is because I am a wolf . Let us go , Akela . '' A woman -- it was Messua -- ran across to the herd , and cried : `` Oh , my son , my son ! They say thou art a sorcerer who can turn himself into a beast at will . I do not believe , but go away or they will kill thee . Buldeo says thou art a wizard , but I know thou hast avenged Nathoo 's death . '' `` Come back , Messua ! '' shouted the crowd .
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