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if he fights--O Rikki!" He looked at the thickness of the
neck below the hood, but that was too much for him; and a bite near the tail would only
make Nag savage.
"It must be the head"' he said at last; "the head above the hood. And, when I am once

there, I must not let go."
Then he jumped. The head was lying a little clear of the water jar, under the curve of it;
and, as his teeth met, Rikki braced his back against the bulge of the red earthenware to
hold down the head. This gave him just one second's purchase, and he made the most of it.
Then he was battered to and fro as a rat is shaken by a dog--to and fro on the floor, up
and down, and around in great circles, but his eyes were red and he held on as the body
cart-whipped over the floor, upsetting the tin dipper and the soap dish and the flesh brush,
and banged against the tin side of the bath. As he held he closed his jaws tighter and
tighter, for he made sure he would be banged to death, and, for the honor of his family, he
preferred to be found with his teeth locked. He was dizzy, aching, and felt shaken to
pieces when something went off like a thunderclap just behind him. A hot wind knocked
him senseless and red fire singed his fur. The big man had been wakened by the noise,
and had fired both barrels of a shotgun into Nag just behind the hood.
Rikki-tikki held on with his eyes shut, for now he was quite sure he was dead. But the
head did not move, and the big man picked him up and said, "It's the mongoose again,
Alice. The little chap has saved our lives now."
Then Teddy's mother came in with a very white face, and saw what was left of Nag, and
Rikki-tikki dragged himself to Teddy's bedroom and spent half the rest of the night
shaking himself tenderly to find out whether he really was broken into forty pieces, as he
fancied.
When morning came he was very stiff, but well pleased with his doings. "Now I have
Nagaina to settle with, and she will be worse than five Nags, and there's no knowing
when the eggs she spoke of will hatch. Goodness! I must go and see Darzee," he said.
Without waiting for breakfast, Rikki-tikki ran to the thornbush where Darzee was singing
a song of triumph at the top of his voice. The news of Nag's death was all over the garden,
for the sweeper had thrown the body on the rubbish-heap.
"Oh, you stupid tuft of feathers!" said Rikki-tikki angrily. "Is this the time to sing?"
"Nag is dead--is dead--is dead!" sang Darzee. "The valiant Rikki-tikki caught him by the
head and held fast. The big man brought the bang-stick, and Nag fell in two pieces! He
will never eat my babies again."
"All that's true enough. But where's Nagaina?" said Rikki-tikki, looking carefully round
him.
"Nagaina came to the bathroom sluice and called for Nag," Darzee went on, "and Nag
came out on the end of a stick--the sweeper picked him up on the end of a stick and threw
him upon the rubbish heap. Let us sing about the great, the red-eyed Rikki-tikki!" And
Darzee filled his throat and sang.
"If I could get up to your nest, I'd roll your babies out!" said Rikki-tikki. "You don't know
when to do the right thing at the right time. You're safe enough in your nest there, but it's

war for me down here. Stop singing a minute, Darzee."
"For the great, the beautiful Rikki-tikki's sake I will stop," said Darzee. "What is it, O
Killer of the terrible Nag?"
"Where is Nagaina, for the third time?"
"On the rubbish heap by the stables, mourning for Nag. Great is Rikki-tikki with the
white teeth."
"Bother my white teeth! Have you ever heard where she keeps her eggs?"
"In the melon bed, on the end nearest the wall, where the sun strikes nearly all day. She
hid them there weeks ago."
"And you never thought it worth while to tell me? The end nearest the wall, you said?"
"Rikki-tikki, you are not going to eat her eggs?"
"Not eat exactly; no. Darzee, if you have a grain of sense you will fly off to the stables
and pretend that your wing is broken, and let Nagaina chase you away to this bush. I must
get to the melon-bed, and if I went there now she'd see me."
Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a
time in his head. And just because he knew