ince the days of Cortez, knowing themselves to be a superior
people and of more ancient origin.

A wild, weird chant that rolled and swelled in great undulatory waves of
melody down the long lines of warriors, was borne to them on the breeze.
The whole valley was filled with the song, the hills and mountains,
reverberating and resounding, echoed back the refrain.

"'Tis the ancient chant of the kings!" explained Chiquita. "Of course we
no longer go to war thus. Nevertheless, it is the ancient rite that must
be performed so long as the Tewana remain a nation."

Nearer and nearer drew the advancing host, the volume of sound swelling
and increasing, until splashing through the river and sweeping up the
slope to where they stood, the leaders drew rein before them, and
raising their lances on high, a mighty shout burst from the throats of
the warriors, interrupting the song. Again and again the valley and
mountains echoed and reverberated with the prolonged shouts and
acclamations until the chant was taken up once more.

An eagle with widespread wings soared above them in the blue of heaven
and seemed to accompany them as they swept along between the lines in
the direction of the village; each company of warriors and Amazons,
without interrupting the chant, raising their lances in salute as they
passed. There was no doubt in the minds of the Tewana regarding Captain
Forest's ability to rule as they gazed upon the man and the horse he
rode. He was as tall and deep chested as the Whirlwind, while his
piercing, hawklike gaze and face shone with the strength and
determination of one born to command. The Chestnut tossed his great
white mane in the air and neighed and plunged and curveted between the
lines.

Truly the White Cloud had read the future well--the White Chief had come
with the Princess.

On they rode, the song and acclamations of the warriors ringing in their
ears, their gaze now scanning the faces of these wonderful people, now
lifted heavenward to the eagle which floated overhead and continued to
accompany them. Their souls thrilled with the exquisite joy of living
which the scene and the surroundings inspired in them. A scene which men
have dreamed of during moments of spiritual uplift, and have longed to
behold and imitate and become a part of, and escape from the sordidness
and pettiness of mundane existence and live the life of men where life
is life and every breath is freedom; where the desire to live is