‘Listen, man- cub,’ said Baloo angrily. ‘I have taught you Law for all the Jungle-people, but not for the Monkey-people. They have Law. Their ways are not our ways. They are noisy and dirty, and they think that they are a great people, but then they forget everything. The read of the Jungle-people do not talk to them, or ever think about them. Remember wath I tall you.
Mowgli listened, and was sorry. But all that time the Bandar-log wear above them in the trees, listening and watching. They followed Mowgli and his friends through the jungle until it was time for the midday rest. Mowgli lay between his friends and went to sleep, saying, ‘I will never talk to or play with the Monkey-people again.’
When he woke up, he was high in a tree and there were hands holding his legs and arms –hard, strong, little hands. Down below Baloo was shouting angrily, and Bagheera was trying to climb up the tree, but he was too heavy for the thin branches. The monkeys, shouting and laughing, carried Mowgli between them and began their journey along the monkey roads, which are high in the trees.
It was a wild, exciting journey. The monkeys jumped from tree-top to tree-top, crashing through the leaves and branches. At first Mowgli was afraid of falling, but then he began to thing. He must tell Baloo and Bagheera where he was. High up in the blue sky he saw Chil the kite. The big bird saw that the monkeys were carrying a man-cub. He flew down to look, and was surprised to hear the bird-call of the kites: ‘We are of the blood, you and I!’