"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, licking 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—"