Mowgli took the terrible scarred head on his knees, and put his arms round the torn neck.
"It is long since the old days of Shere Khan, and a Man-cub that rolled naked in the dust."
"Nay, nay, I am a wolf. I am of one skin with the Free People," Mowgli cried. "It is no will of mine that I am a man."
"Thou art a man, Little Brother, wolfling of my watching. Thou art a man, or else the Pack had fled before the dhole. My life I owe to thee, and to-day thou hast saved the Pack even as once I saved thee. Hast thou forgotten? All debts are paid now. Go to thine own people. I tell thee again, eye of my eye, this hunting is ended. Go to thine own people."
"I will never go. I will hunt alone in the Jungle. I have said it."
"After the summer come the Rains, and after the Rains comes the spring. Go back before thou art driven."
"Who will drive me?"
"Mowgli will drive Mowgli. Go back to thy people. Go to Man."
"When Mowgli drives Mowgli I will go," Mowgli answered.
"There is no more to say," said Akela. "Little Brother, canst thou raise me to my feet? I also was a leader of the Free People."