I did not know that thou wast anything more than a herdsboy . May I rise up and go away , or will thy servant tear me to pieces ? '' `` Go , and peace go with thee . Only , another time do not meddle with my game . Let him go , Akela . '' Buldeo hobbled away to the village as fast as he could , looking back over his shoulder in case Mowgli should change into something terrible . When he got to the village he told a tale of magic and enchantment and sorcery that made the priest look very grave . Mowgli went on with his work , but it was nearly twilight before he and the wolves had drawn the great gay skin clear of the body . `` Now we must hide this and take the buffaloes home ! Help me to herd them , Akela . '' The herd rounded up in the misty twilight , and when they got near the village Mowgli saw lights , and heard the conches and bells in the temple blowing and banging . Half the village seemed to be waiting for him by the gate . `` That is because I have killed Shere Khan , '' he said to himself . But a shower of stones whistled about his ears , and the villagers shouted : `` Sorcerer ! Wolf 's brat ! Jungle demon ! Go away ! Get hence quickly or the priest will turn thee into a wolf again . Shoot , Buldeo , shoot ! '' The old Tower musket went off with a bang , and a young buffalo bellowed in pain .
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