"He has hidden for a month to throw thee off thy guard. He crossed the ranges last night with Tabaqui, hot-foot on thy trail," said the Wolf,
Carton Marlboro, panting.
Mowgli frowned. "I am not afraid of Shere Khan,
Marlboro Cigarettes, but Tabaqui is very cunning."
"Have no fear,
Cheap Newport," said Gray Brother, licking his lips a little. "I met Tabaqui in the dawn. Now he is telling all his wisdom to the kites, but he told me everything before I broke his back. Shere Khan's plan is to wait for thee at the village gate this evening—for thee and for no one else. He is lying up now, in the big dry ravine of the Waingunga."