“And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers.  The man’s cub is mine, Lungri—­mine to me!  He shall not be killed.  He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs—­frog-eater—­fish-killer—­he shall hunt thee!  Now get hence, or by the Sambhur that I killed (I eat no starved cattle), back thou goest to thy mother, burned beast of the jungle, lamer than ever thou camest into the world!  Go!”

Father Wolf looked on amazed.  He had almost forgotten the days when he won Mother Wolf in fair fight from five other wolves, when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for compliment’s sake.  Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to the death.  So he backed out of the cave mouth growling, and when he was clear he shouted: 

“Each dog barks in his own yard!  We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs.  The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!”

Mother Wolf threw herself down panting among the cubs, and Father Wolf said to her gravely: 

“Shere Khan speaks this much truth.  The cub must be shown to the Pack.  Wilt thou still keep him, Mother?”

“Keep him!” she gasped.  “He came naked, by night, alone and very hungry; yet he was not afraid!  Look, he has pushed one of my babes to one side already.  And that lame butcher would have killed him and would have run off to the Waingunga while the villagers here hunted through all our lairs in revenge!  Keep him?  Assuredly I will keep him.  Lie still, little frog.  O thou Mowgli—­for Mowgli the Frog I will call thee—­the time will come when thou wilt hunt Shere Khan as he has hunted thee.”

“But what will our Pack say?” said Father Wolf.

The Law of the Jungle lays down very clearly that any wolf may, when he marries, withdraw from the Pack he belongs to.  But as soon as his cubs are old enough to stand on their feet he must bring them to the Pack Council, which is generally held once a month at full moon, in order that the other wolves may identify them.  After that inspection the cubs are free to run where they please, and until they have killed their first buck no excuse is accepted if a grown wolf of the Pack kills one of them.  The punishment is death where the murderer can be found; and if you think for a minute you will see that this must be so.

Father Wolf waited till his cubs could run a little, and then on the night of the Pack Meeting took them and Mowgli and Mother Wolf to the Council Rock—­a hilltop covered with stones and boulders where a hundred wolves could hide.  Akela, the great gray Lone Wolf, who led all the Pack by strength and cunning, lay out at full length on his rock, and below him sat forty or more wolves of every size and color, from