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Creeping forward, taking advantage of every cover, lying flat and motionless when

the sentry's face was toward him, the ape-man at last reached the sheltering

shadows of an outhouse just inside the lines. From there he moved stealthily

from building to building until at last he was discovered by a large dog in the rear

of one of the bungalows. The brute came slowly toward him, growling. Tarzan

stood motionless beside a tree. He could see a light in the bungalow and

uniformed men moving about and he hoped that the dog would not bark. He did

not; but he growled more savagely and, just at the moment that the rear door of

the bungalow opened and a man stepped out, the animal charged.

He was a large dog, as large as Dango, the hyena, and he charged with all the

vicious impetuosity of Numa, the lion. As he came Tarzan knelt and the dog shot

through the air for his throat; but he was dealing with no man now and he found

his quickness more than matched by the quickness of the Tarmangani. His teeth

never reached the soft flesh--strong fingers, fingers of steel, seized his neck. He

voiced a single startled yelp and clawed at the naked breast before him with his

talons; but he was powerless. The mighty fingers closed upon his throat; the man

rose, snapped the clawing body once, and cast it aside. At the same time a voice

from the open bungalow door called: "Simba!"

There was no response. Repeating the call the man descended the steps and

advanced toward the tree. In the light from the doorway Tarzan could see that he

was a tall, broad-shouldered man in the uniform of a German officer. The ape-

man withdrew into the shadow of the tree's stem. The man came closer, still

calling the dog--he did not see the savage beast, crouching now in the shadow,

awaiting him. When he had approached within ten feet of the Tarmangani, Tarzan

leaped upon him--as Sabor springs to the kill, so sprang the ape-man. The

momentum and weight of his body hurled the German to the ground, powerful

fingers prevented an outcry and, though the officer struggled, he had no chance

and a moment later lay dead beside the body of the dog.

As Tarzan stood for a moment looking down upon his kill and regretting that he

could not risk voicing his beloved victory cry, the sight of the uniform suggested a

means whereby he might pass to and fro through Wilhelmstal with the minimum

chance of detection. Ten minutes later a tall, broad-shouldered officer stepped

from the yard of the bungalow leaving behind him the corpses of a dog and a

naked man.

He walked boldly along the little street and those who passed him could not guess

that beneath Imperial Germany's uniform beat a savage heart that pulsed with

implacable hatred for the Hun. Tarzan's first concern was to locate the hotel, for

here he guessed he would find the girl, and where the girl was doubtless would be

Tarzan the Untamed