“ And now I do not know,” he said, sighing in his turn. “WHY did ye not come when I called?”
“ We follow thee—we follow thee,” Gray Brother mumbled, l*****g at Mowgli’s heel. “We follow thee always, except in the Time of the New Talk.”
“ And would ye follow me to the Man-Pack?” Mowgli whispered.
“ Did I not follow thee on the night our old Pack cast thee out? Who waked thee lying among the crops?”
“ Ay, but again?”
“ Have I not followed thee to-night?”
“ Ay, but again and again, and it may be again, Gray Brother?”
Gray Brother was silent. When he spoke he growled to himself, “The Black One spoke truth.”
“ And he said?”
“ Man goes to Man at the last. Raksha, our mother, said——”
“ So also said Akela on the night of Red Dog,” Mowgli muttered.
“ So also says Ka
