Roll to the water tanks . Roll and plunge ! Get to the water ! '' Bagheera heard , and the cry that told him Mowgli was safe gave him new courage . He worked his way desperately , inch by inch , straight for the reservoirs , halting in silence . Then from the ruined wall nearest the jungle rose up the rumbling war-shout of Baloo . The old Bear had done his best , but he could not come before . `` Bagheera , '' he shouted , `` I am here . I climb ! I haste ! Ahuwora ! The stones slip under my feet ! Wait my coming , O most infamous Bandar-log ! '' He panted up the terrace only to disappear to the head in a wave of monkeys , but he threw himself squarely on his haunches , and , spreading out his forepaws , hugged as many as he could hold , and then began to hit with a regular bat-bat-bat , like the flipping strokes of a paddle wheel . A crash and a splash told Mowgli that Bagheera had fought his way to the tank where the monkeys could not follow . The Panther lay gasping for breath , his head just out of the water , while the monkeys stood three deep on the red steps , dancing up and down with rage , ready to spring upon him from all sides if he came out to help Baloo . It was then that Bagheera lifted up his dripping chin , and in despair gave the Snake 's Call for protection -- `` We be of one blood , ye and I '' -- for he believed that Kaa had turned tail at the last minute . Even Baloo , half smothered under the monkeys on the edge of the terrace , could not help chuckling as he heard the Black Panther asking for help . Kaa had only just worked his way over the west wall , landing with a wrench that dislodged a coping stone into the ditch . He had no intention of losing any advantage of the ground , and coiled and uncoiled himself once or twice , to be sure that every foot of his long body was in working order .
All that while the fight with Baloo went on , and the XXXXX yelled in the tank round Bagheera , and Mang the Bat , flying to and fro , carried the news of the great battle over the jungle , till even Hathi the Wild Elephant trumpeted , and , far away , scattered bands of the Monkey-Folk woke and came leaping along the tree-roads to help their comrades in the Cold Lairs , and the noise of the fight roused all the day birds for miles round .
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