Маугли

           Thescienceofthethingisnevertoshowupagainsttheskyline,because,ifyoudo,youmaygetfiredat.Rememberthat,youngun.Alwayskeephiddenasmuchaspossible,evenifyouhavetogoamileoutofyourway.Ileadthebatterywhenitcomestothatsortofclimbing."

           "Firedatwithoutthechanceofrunningintothepeoplewhoarefiring!"saidthetroop-horse,thinkinghard."Icouldn’tstandthat.Ishouldwanttocharge—withDick."

           "Oh,no,youwouldn’t.Youknowthatassoonasthegunsareinpositionthey’lldoallthecharging.That’sscientificandneat.Butknives—pah!"

           Thebaggage-camelhadbeenbobbinghisheadtoandfroforsometimepast,anxioustogetawordinedgewise.ThenIheardhimsay,asheclearedhisthroat,nervously:

           "I—I—Ihavefoughtalittle,butnotinthatclimbingwayorthatrunningway."

           "No.Nowyoumentionit,"saidBilly,"youdon’tlookasthoughyouweremadeforclimbingorrunning—much.Well,howwasit,oldHay-bales?"

           "Theproperway,"saidthecamel."Weallsatdown—"

           "Oh,mycrupperandbreastplate!"saidthetroop-horseunderhisbreath."Satdown!"

           "Wesatdown—ahundredofus,"thecamelwenton,"inabigsquare,andthemenpiledourpacksandsaddles,outsidethesquare,andtheyfiredoverourbacks,themendid,onallsidesofthesquare."

           "Whatsortofmen?Anymenthatcamealong?"saidthetroop-horse.