The War Chief Edgar Rice Burroughs Text copyright 1927 by Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I GO-YAT-THLAY 1 II SHOZ-DIJIJI 15 III YA-IK-TEE 37 IV THE NEW WAR CHIEF 57 V ON THE WAR TRAIL 74 VI THE OATH OF GERONIMO 94 VII RAIDED 114 VIII VAQUEROS AND WARRIORS 135 IX LOVE 157 X WICHITA BILLINGS 177 XI WAR CHIEF OF THE BE-DON-KO-HE 202 XII THE SCALP DANCE 223 XIII “SHOZ-DIJIJI IS DEAD!” 241 XIV “FIFTY APACHES” 260 XV HUNTED 280 XVI TO SPIRIT LAND 299 XVII THE TRAIL AND ITS END 314 XVIII THE WAR DANCE 337 XIX WHITE AND RED 354 XX COME BACK 374 The War Chief CHAPTER I GO-YAT-THLAY NAKED but for a G-string, rough sandals, a bit of hide and a buffalo headdress, a savage warrior leaped and danced to the beating of drums. Encircling fires, woman-tended, sent up curling tongues of flame, lighting, fitfully, sweat-glistening shoulders, naked arms and legs. Distorted shadows, grotesque, mimicking, danced with the savage and his fellows. Above them, dark and mysterious and weirdly exaggerated by the night, loomed the Grampian Hills. Rude bows and arrows, stone-shod spears, gaudy feathers, the waving tails of animals accentuated the barbaric atmosphere that was as yet uncontaminated by the fetid breath of civilization—pardon me!—that was as yet ignorant of the refining influences of imperial conquest, trained mercenaries and abhorrent disease. Here was freedom. Agricola was as yet unborn, the Wall of Antoninus unbuilt, Albion not even a name; but Agricola was to come, Antoninus was to build his wall; and they were to go their ways, taking with them the name of Albion, taking with them freedom; leaving England, civilization, inhibitions.