Tarzan the Untamed | Page 4

Murder and Pillage II The Lion's Cave III In the German Lines IV
When the Lion Fed V The Golden Locket VI Vengeance and Mercy
VII When Blood Told VIII Tarzan and the Great Apes IX Dropped
from the Sky X In the Hands of Savages XI Finding the Airplane XII
The Black Flier XIII Usanga's Reward XIV The Black Lion XV

Mysterious Footprints XVI The Night Attack XVII The Walled City
XVIII Among the Maniacs XIX The Queen's Story XX Came Tarzan
XXI In the Alcove XXII Out of the Niche XXIII The Flight from Xuja
XXIV The Tommies

Murder and Pillage

Hauptmann Fritz Schneider trudged wearily through the somber aisles
of the dark forest. Sweat rolled down his bullet head and stood upon his
heavy jowls and bull neck. His lieutenant marched beside him while
Underlieutenant von Goss brought up the rear, following with a handful
of askaris the tired and all but exhausted porters whom the black
soldiers, following the example of their white officer, encouraged with
the sharp points of bayonets and the metal-shod butts of rifles.
There were no porters within reach of Hauptmann Schneider so he
vented his Prussian spleen upon the askaris nearest at hand, yet with
greater circumspection since these men bore loaded rifles--and the three
white men were alone with them in the heart of Africa.
Ahead of the hauptmann marched half his company, behind him the
other half--thus were the dangers of the savage jungle minimized for
the German captain. At the forefront of the column staggered two
naked savages fastened to each other by a neck chain. These were the
native guides impressed into the service of Kultur and upon their poor,
bruised bodies Kultur's brand was revealed in divers cruel wounds and
bruises.
Thus even in darkest Africa was the light of German civilization
commencing to reflect itself upon the undeserving natives just as at the
same period, the fall of 1914, it was shedding its glorious effulgence
upon benighted Belgium.
It is true that the guides had led the party astray; but this is the way of
most African guides. Nor did it matter that ignorance rather than evil

intent had been the cause of their failure. It was enough for Hauptmann
Fritz Schneider to know that he was lost in the African wilderness and
that he had at hand human beings less powerful than he who could be
made to suffer by torture. That he did not kill them outright was
partially due to a faint hope that they might eventually prove the means
of extricating him from his difficulties and partially that so long as they
lived they might still be made to suffer.
The poor creatures, hoping that chance might lead them at last upon the
right trail, insisted that they knew the way and so led on through a
dismal forest along a winding game trail trodden deep by the feet of
countless generations of the savage denizens of the jungle.
Here Tantor, the elephant, took his long way from dust wallow to water.
Here Buto, the rhinoceros, blundered blindly in his solitary majesty,
while by night the great cats paced silently upon their padded feet
beneath the dense canopy of overreaching trees toward the broad plain
beyond, where they found their best hunting.
It was at the edge of this plain which came suddenly and unexpectedly
before the eyes of the guides that their sad hearts beat with renewed
hope. Here the hauptmann drew a deep sigh of relief, for after days of
hopeless wandering through almost impenetrable jungle the broad vista
of waving grasses dotted here and there with open park like woods and
in the far distance the winding line of green shrubbery that denoted a
river appeared to the European a veritable heaven.
The Hun smiled in his relief, passed a cheery word with his lieutenant,
and then scanned the broad plain with his field glasses. Back and forth
they swept across the rolling land until at last they came to rest upon a
point near the center of the landscape and close to the green-fringed
contours of the river.
"We are in luck," said Schneider to his companions. "Do you see it?"
The lieutenant, who was also gazing through his own glasses, finally
brought them to rest upon the same spot that had held the attention of
his superior.

"Yes," he said, "an English farm. It must be Greystoke's, for there is
none other in this part of British East Africa. God is with us, Herr
Captain."
"We have come upon the English schweinhund long before he can have
learned that his country is at war with ours," replied Schneider. "Let
him be the first to feel the iron hand of Germany."
"Let us hope that he is at