They choose to _look_ at the rifle of the Pale-face.

It shall be returned." The rifle was instantly restored, and then our hunters rode off with the Indians towards their camp.

On the way they met hundreds of women and children going to the scene of the great hunt, for it was their special duty to cut up the meat and carry it into camp.

The men, considering that they had done quite enough in killing it, returned to smoke and eat away the fatigues of the chase.
As they rode along, Dick Varley observed that some of the "braves," as Indian warriors are styled, were eating pieces of the bloody livers of the buffaloes in a raw state, at which he expressed not a little disgust.
"Ah, boy! you're green yet," remarked Joe Blunt in an undertone.
"Mayhap ye'll be thankful to do that same yerself some day." "Well, I'll not refuse to try when it is needful," said Dick with a laugh; "meanwhile I'm content to see the Redskins do it, Joe Blunt.".