Heh ! Old man , take away that fire ! '' `` What talk is this to the chief hunter of the village ? Thy luck and the stupidity of thy buffaloes have helped thee to this kill . The tiger has just fed , or he would have gone twenty miles by this time . Thou canst not even skin him properly , little beggar brat , and forsooth I , Buldeo , must be told not to singe his whiskers . Mowgli , I will not give thee one anna of the reward , but only a very big beating . 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 XXXXX , chuckling a little .
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