A man's cub went this way," said Shere Khan. "Its parents have run off.
Shere Khan had jumped at a woodcutter's campfire, as Father Wolf had said, and was furious from the pain of his burned feet.
Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons in the darkness, facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan.
Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to the death.
"Do I hang, then?" said Bahadur Khan, making no attempt to escape and keeping his eyes on the ground.
Bahadur Khan stepped back one pace, quivered, and stood still The two policemen waited further orders.
"Nay; but I go very swiftly," said Bahadur Khan. "Look!
"I come of land-h~ding stock," said Bahadur Khan, rocking where he stood.
"I killed for choice--not for food." The horrified whisper began again, and Hathi's watchful little white eye cocked itself in Shere Khan's direction.
Thou knowest, O Hathi." Shere Khan spoke almost courteously.
None but the Lame Tiger would so have boasted of his right at this season when--when we suffer together--Man and Jungle People alike." Clean or unclean, get to thy lair, Shere Khan!"
Shere Khan slunk away, not daring to growl, for he knew--what every one else knows--that when the last comes to the last, Hathi is the Master of the Jungle.