He shook himself and glided back to the hut. Just as he was at the window he felt a touch on his foot.
“ Mother,” said he, for he knew that tongue well, “what dost THOU here?”
“ I heard my children singing through the woods, and I followed the one I loved best. Little Frog, I have a desire to see that woman who gave thee milk,” said Mother Wolf, all wet with the dew.
“ They have bound and mean to kill her. I have cut those ties, and she goes with her man through the Jungle.”
“ I also will follow. I am old, but not yet toothless.” Mother Wolf reared herself up on end, and looked through the window into the dark of the hut.
In a minute she dropped noiselessly, and all she said was: “I gave thee thy first milk; but Bagheera speaks truth: Man goes to Man at the last.”
“ Maybe,”
