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he began to
jump up and down, all four feet together, his head close to the floor. "He threw me to and
fro, but he could not shake me off. He was dead before the big man blew him in two. I
did it! Rikki-tikki-tck-tck! Come then, Nagaina. Come and fight with me. You shall not
be a widow long."
Nagaina saw that she had lost her chance of killing Teddy, and the egg lay between
Rikki-tikki's paws. "Give me the egg, Rikki-tikki. Give me the last of my eggs, and I will
go away and never come back," she said, lowering her hood.
"Yes, you will go away, and you will never come back. For you will go to the rubbish
heap with Nag. Fight, widow! The big man has gone for his gun! Fight!"
Rikki-tikki was bounding all round Nagaina, keeping just out of reach of her stroke, his
little eyes like hot coals. Nagaina gathered herself together and flung out at him.
Rikki-tikki jumped up and backward. Again and again and again she struck, and each
time her head came with a whack on the matting of the veranda and she gathered herself
together like a watch spring. Then Rikki-tikki danced in a circle to get behind her, and
Nagaina spun round to keep her head to his head, so that the rustle of her tail on the
matting sounded like dry leaves blown along by the wind.
He had forgotten the egg. It still lay on the veranda, and Nagaina came nearer and nearer
to it, till at last, while Rikki-tikki was drawing breath, she caught it in her mouth, turned
to the veranda steps, and flew like an arrow down the path, with Rikki-tikki behind her.
When the cobra runs for her life, she goes like a whip-lash flicked across a horse's neck.
Rikki-tikki knew that he must catch her, or all the trouble would begin again. She headed
straight for the long grass by the thorn-bush, and as he was running Rikki-tikki heard
Darzee still singing his foolish little song of triumph. But Darzee's wife was wiser. She
flew off her nest as Nagaina came along, and flapped her wings about Nagaina's head. If
Darzee had helped they might have turned her, but Nagaina only lowered her hood and
went on. Still, the instant's delay brought Rikki-tikki up to her, and as she plunged into
the rat-hole where she and Nag used to live, his little white teeth were clenched on her
tail, and he went down with her--and very few mongooses, however wise and old they
may be, care to follow a cobra into its hole. It was dark in the hole; and Rikki-tikki never
knew when it might open out and give Nagaina room to turn and strike at him. He held
on savagely, and stuck out his feet to act as brakes on the dark slope of the hot, moist
earth.
Then the grass by the mouth of the hole stopped waving, and Darzee said, "It is all over
with Rikki-tikki! We must sing his death song. Valiant Rikki-tikki is dead! For Nagaina
will surely kill him underground."
So he sang a very mournful song that he made up on the spur of the minute, and just as he
got to the most touching part, the grass quivered again, and Rikki-tikki, covered with dirt,
dragged himself out of the hole leg by leg, licking his whiskers. Darzee stopped with a

little shout. Rikki-tikki shook some of the dust out of his fur and sneezed. "It is all over,"
he said. "The widow will never come out again." And the red ants that live between the
grass stems heard him, and began to troop down one after another to see if he had spoken
the truth.
Rikki-tikki curled himself up in the grass and slept where he was--slept and slept till it
was late in the afternoon, for he had done a hard day's work.
"Now," he said, when he awoke, "I will go back to the house. Tell the Coppersmith,
Darzee, and he will tell the garden that Nagaina is dead."
The Coppersmith is a bird who makes a noise exactly like the beating of a little hammer
on a copper pot; and the reason he is always making it is because he is the town crier to
every Indian garden, and tells all the news to everybody who cares to listen. As
Rikki-tikki went up the path, he heard his "attention" notes like a tiny dinner gong, and
then the steady "Ding-dong-tock! Nag is dead--dong! Nagaina is dead! Ding-dong-tock!"
That set all the birds in the garden singing, and the frogs croaking, for Nag and Nagaina
used to eat frogs as well as little birds.
When Rikki got to the house,