Pieters agreed with Cooper. Only a couple of hours of daylight left. Best start out at dawn. And on foot. A speedboat would be heard.
“How long it’ll take? On foot …..?”
Pieters had asked how long to get to those caves where the enemy were hiding out. Tarzan had looked like he knew where he was headed .. calculating the distance.
“A day to get there. On foot. At least.”
Pieters had ordered two of them to escort the Wildman. Cooper seemed to have a special affinity with the sucker. His guys would assess the situation .. numbers, firing power. Then get back here pronto. They’d plan an ambush. Then move out .. wipe the suckers out. Bury them alive in the caves …..
“You not back here …..”
Pieters’ glower warned Tarzan.
“ ….. be here nightfall after two days .. asshole.”
“If not …. One by one, these savages get the prod. Tortured out of their fucking-black skin.”
Tarzan didn’t doubt it for one minute.
“One every hour. All ten of them.”
That threat had been meant to put Tarzan under pressure. They had returned Tarzan to his cell again. No ties this time. But the door was steel-coated, there was no handle in the inside. Tarzan was trapped. But he had a night to plan.
Two days he’d won himself. No threat. He’d got out of a sticky corner in less time. Two days gave him a clear time-frame. All he had to do .. take out his pair of guards. Then get back here. Rescue the hostages. Back here at the camp there’d only be four of the soldiers guarding them. A plan.