Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.
Then there was a howl--an untigerish howl--from Shere Khan. "He has missed," said Mother Wolf.
Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan muttering and mumbling savagely as he tumbled about in the scrub.
The moonlight was blocked out of the mouth of the cave, for Shere Khan's great square head and shoulders were thrust into the entrance.
"Shere Khan does us great honor," said Father Wolf, but his eyes were very angry.
Bahadur Khan, a great, green-turbaned, six-foot Mohammedan, said that it was a very warm night, but that there was more rain pending, which, by his honor's favor, would bring relief to the country.
"It is in my mind, Bahadur Khan, that I have worked thee remorselessly for many days-ever since that time when thou first came into my service.
The lamp-light slid along the barrels of the rifle as they leveled themselves against Bahadur Khan's broad breast.
Bahadur Khan stood ashen grey in the light of the one lamp.
That naked thing running to and fro makes a monkey-jest of those who have once been good hunters, and pulls the best of us by the whiskers for sport." This was Shere Khan, the Lame Tiger, limping down to the water.
Mowgli looked--stared, rather--as insolently as he knew how, and in a minute Shere Khan turned away uneasily.
"That may come, too--Faugh, Shere Khan!--what new shame hast thou brought here?"
"Man!" said Shere Khan coolly, "I killed an hour since." He went on purring and growling to himself.
'Christabel' achieves what Coleridge himself described as the very difficult task of creating witchery by daylight; and 'Kubla Khan
,' worthy, though a brief fragment, to rank with these two, is a marvelous glimpse of fairyland.
Farrukh Shah is a bear, Ali Beg a swashbuckler, and old Sikandar Khan