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Chapter V - The Golden Locket

The little British army in East Africa, after suffering severe reverses at the hands

of a numerically much superior force, was at last coming into its own. The

German offensive had been broken and the Huns were now slowly and doggedly

retreating along the railway to Tanga. The break in the German lines had followed

the clearing of a section of their left-flank trenches of native soldiers by Tarzan

and Numa, the lion, upon that memorable night that the ape-man had loosed a

famishing man-eater among the superstitious and terror-stricken blacks. The

Second Rhodesian Regiment had immediately taken possession of the abandoned

trench and from this position their flanking fire had raked contiguous sections of

the German line, the diversion rendering possible a successful night attack on the

part of the balance of the British forces.

Weeks had elapsed. The Germans were contesting stubbornly every mile of

waterless, thorn-covered ground and clinging desperately to their positions along

the railway. The officers of the Second Rhodesians had seen nothing more of

Tarzan of the Apes since he had slain Underlieutenant von Goss and disappeared

toward the very heart of the German position, and there were those among them

who believed that he had been killed within the enemy lines.

They may have killed him," assented Colonel Capell; "but I fancy they never

captured the beggar alive."

Nor had they, nor killed him either. Tarzan had spent those intervening weeks

pleasantly and profitably. He had amassed a considerable fund of knowledge

concerning the disposition and strength of German troops, their methods of

warfare, and the various ways in which a lone Tarmangani might annoy an army

and lower its morale.

At present he was prompted by a specific desire. There was a certain German spy

whom he wished to capture alive and take back to the British When he had made

his first visit to German headquarters, he had seen a young woman deliver a

paper to the German general, and later he had seen that same young woman

within the British lines in the uniform of a British officer. The conclusions were

obvious--she was a spy.

And so Tarzan haunted German headquarters upon many nights hoping to see

her again or to pick up some clew as to her whereabouts, and at the same time

he utilized many an artifice whereby he might bring terror to the hearts of the

Germans. That he was successful was often demonstrated by the snatches of

conversation he overheard as he prowled through the German camps. One night

Tarzan the Untamed