“Has he eaten today, or does he hunt empty?” said Mowgli, for the answer meant life or death to him.

“He killed at dawn⁠—a pig⁠—and he has drunk too. Remember, Shere Khan could never fast even for the sake of revenge.”

“Oh! Fool, fool! What a cub’s cub it is! Eaten and drunk too, and he thinks that I shall wait till he has slept! Now, where does he lie up? If there were but ten of us we might pull him down as he lies. These buffaloes will not charge unless they wind him, and I cannot speak their language. Can we get behind his track so that they may smell it?”

“He swam far down the Waingunga to cut that off,” said Gray Brother.