But for the sake of the Honor of the Pack,―a little matter that by being without a leader ye have forgotten
Marlboro Cigarettes,―I promise that if ye let the man-cub go to his own place, I will not, when my time comes to die, bare one tooth against ye. I will die without fighting. That will at least save the Pack three lives. More I cannot do; but if ye will, I can save ye the shame that comes of killing a brother against whom there is no fault―a brother spoken for and bought into the Pack according to the Law of the Jungle."
"He is a man―a man―a man
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