But one of his men, who had no fire-arms, wanted my gun and pistol.

I implored old Rain-in-the-Face to be allowed to keep the weapons, or at least one of them, as I needed something with which to keep the wolves away.

He replied that as his young men were out on the war path, he had induced them to spare my life; but he could not prevent them from taking what ever else they wanted.
They unsaddled their horses as if to remain there for some time, and sure enough they stayed the remainder of the day and all night.

They built a fire in the dug-out and cooked a lot of my provisions, helping themselves to everything as if they owned it.

However, they were polite enough to give me some of the food after they had cooked it.