In charge of Lieutenant Obergatz and a detachment of native German
troops she had been sent across the border into the Congo Free
State.
Starting out alone in search of her, Tarzan had succeeded in finding the
village in which she had been incarcerated only to learn that she
had escaped months before, and that the German officer had disappeared
at the same time. From there on the stories of the chiefs and the
warriors whom he quizzed, were vague and often contradictory. Even
the direction that the fugitives had taken Tarzan could only guess
at by piecing together bits of fragmentary evidence gleaned from
various sources.
Sinister conjectures were forced upon him by various observations
which he made in the village. One was incontrovertible proof that
these people were man-eaters; the other, the presence in the village
of various articles of native German uniforms and equipment. At
great risk and in the face of surly objection on the part of the
chief, the ape-man made a careful inspection of every hut in the
village from which at least a little ray of hope resulted from the
fact that he found no article that might have belonged to his wife.
Leaving the village he had made his way toward the southwest,
crossing, after the most appalling hardships, a vast waterless
steppe covered for the most part with dense thorn, coming at last
into a district that had probably never been previously entered
by any white man and which was known only in the legends of the
tribes whose country bordered it.
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