"Let them breathe, Akela," he said
Cheap Newports, holding up his hand. "They have not winded him yet. Let them breathe. I must tell Shere Khan who comes. We have him in the trap."
He put his hands to his mouth and shouted down the ravine—it was almost like shouting down a tunnel—and the echoes jumped from rock to rock.
After a long time there came back the drawling, sleepy snarl of a full-fed tiger just wakened.
"Who calls?" said Shere Khan
Newport Red 100, and a splendid peacock fluttered up out of the ravine screeching.