The call had been mysterious. Begging for help. But requesting Tarzan arrive stealthily. Let no one know, the messenger had emphasised. Come to the chief’s hut in the night when all were asleep. No one should know Tarzan had been sent for. Lives depended on it.
Tarzan had known the chief for years. Never before had he called out for help. Meaning ….? It was not something to ignore.
Tarzan now saw the reason for their fears. The chief had reported all their young men had been taken away .. at gunpoint .. by mean-minded thugs, in military-dress.
“Let the word out ..…”
Some overbearing white-man in army dress and bad attitude had grabbed the chief by the throat. “….. tell any-single-fucker what’s going on …..!”
The chief had been warned, they’d all get it in the neck. And to prove the point .. there-and-then .. for no reason .. they gunned down one .. in front of the whole tribe. Cut the man to pieces with a hail of bullets. They’d made their point.
What could the chief do? He had to do something. Secretly he’d sent for Tarzan.
They’d vanished .. a gang of white-men armed to the teeth .. with their hostages. Embarked into fast-speed rubber boats .. disappearing down the river. Maybe housed-up in that old missionary hospital .. abandoned years ago? That was the chief’s best guess. The chief had guessed right. Tarzan had taken care, scouting the place, entering the compound in the middle of the night. Not knowing what was going on. Cautious. Careful. But not careful enough.
“Shift your ass, motherfucker!”
A bucket of water shook Tarzan out of a drugged sleep.
“On your fucking feet.”
A military boot stomped onto his thigh reinforced the order.
“Not fucking telling you again …..”
Tarzan was groggy, slow-moving from the drug. He crawled slowly to his feet. A kick up his backside ordered him to hurry up. Stood in a windowless room. Only two of the bastards, he noted .. even if armed with serious-looking guns. A jab in the neck with the automatic ordered Tarzan out of the room.
Outside, though, two more waved their guns in his face. These bastards meant business.