The victory is only a matter of quickness of eye and quickness of the foot-snake's blow against mongoose's jump-and as no eye cold follow the motion of a snake's head when it strikes, that made things much more wonderful than any magic herb.
Chuchundra sat down and cried till the tears rolled off his whiskers. "I am a very poor man," he sobbed. "I never had spirt enough to run out into the middle of the room. H'sh! i musn't tell you anything. Cant you hear, Rikki-tikki?
"Now, if i kill him here, Nagaina will know;- and if i fight him on the open floor, the odds are in his favor. What am i to do?" said Rikki-tikki-tavi