Perhaps, thought they, there is, after all, nothing so strange in such a number of them being together.

Perhaps the individuals of that colour, so rarely met with, usually associate together in this way, and keep apart from the black ones.

What better fortune could have happened for them then?
If they could only succeed in killing one of these creatures, it would be all that they could wish for, and all they wanted.

The object of their expedition would then be accomplished; and nothing would remain but to turn their horses' heads, and take the shortest route homeward.
With these ideas passing through their minds, they at once set about considering how they might kill or capture one or more of the herd.
They were not slow to decide upon a plan.

The buffaloes, still continuing their angry conflict, had not noticed them as yet, nor were they likely to do so.