"Look by thy foot! What is that there?"
Mowgli picked up something white and smooth. "It is the bone of a man's head," he said quietly. "And here are two more."
"They came to take the treasure away many years ago. I spoke to them in the dark, and they lay still."
"But what do I need of this that is called treasure? If thou wilt give me the ankus to take away, it is good hunting. If not, it is good hunting none the less. I do not fight with the Poison People, and I was also taught the Master-word of thy tribe."
"There is but one Master-word here. It is mine!"
Kaa flung himself forward with blazing eyes. "Who bade me bring the Man?" he hissed.
"I surely," the old Cobra lisped. "It is long since I have seen Man, and this Man speaks our tongue."
"But there was no talk of killing. How can I go to the Jungle and say that I have led him to his death?" said Kaa.
"I talk not of killing till the time. And as to thy going or not going, there is the hole in the wall. Peace, now, thou fat monkey-killer! I have but to touch thy neck, and the Jungle will know thee no longer. Never Man came here that went away with the breath under his ribs. I am the Warden of the Treasure of the King's City!"
"But, thou white worm of the dark, I tell thee there is neither king nor city! The Jungle is all about us!" cried Kaa.