"Many will walk by that road before the moon rises again," said Baloo. "He will have good hunting―after his own fashion."
"But what was the meaning of it all?" said Mowgli, who did not know anything of a python's powers of fascination. "I saw no more than a big snake making foolish circles till the dark came. And his nose was all sore. Ho,
Buy Newport Cigarette! Ho!"
"Mowgli,
Buy Newport Cigarette," said Bagheera angrily, "his nose was sore on thy account,
Cheap Cigarette, as my ears and sides and paws, and Baloo's neck and shoulders are bitten on thy account. Neither Baloo nor Bagheera will be able to hunt with pleasure for many days."
"It is nothing," said Baloo; "we have the man-cub again."