`` Come back , or we will stone thee . '' Mowgli laughed a little short ugly laugh , for a stone had hit him in the mouth . `` Run back , Messua . This is one of the foolish tales they tell under the big tree at dusk . I have at least paid for thy son 's life . Farewell ; and run quickly , for I shall send the herd in more swiftly than their brickbats . I am no wizard , Messua . Farewell ! '' `` Now , once more , Akela , '' he cried . `` Bring the herd in . '' The buffaloes were anxious enough to get to the village . They hardly needed Akela 's yell , but charged through the gate like a whirlwind , scattering the crowd right and left . `` Keep count ! '' shouted Mowgli scornfully . `` It may be that I have stolen one of them . Keep count , for I will do your herding no more . Fare you well , children of men , and thank Messua that I do not come in with my wolves and hunt you up and down your street . '' He turned on his heel and walked away with the Lone Wolf , and as he looked up at the stars he felt happy . `` No more sleeping in traps for me , Akela . Let us get Shere Khan 's skin and go away .
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