
A combination of circumstances and a mishap of war stranded Tarzan in the mountains of Japanese-held Sumatra nearly two and one-half years after the invasion. Here, in company with American fliers, natives, Dutch guerrillas, a Chinese, a Dutch girl, and the granddaughter of a Borneo head-hunter, he found a full scope for his jungle-trained senses.
Sumatra is approximately the size and shape of California. And right there all similarity ends. This island sprawls across the equator. Its great forests, its lush jungles, its mountainous backbone are the abode of such an aggregation of savage life as may not be found in an area of similar size anywhere else in the world.
There are elephants, rhinoceroses. bears, wild dogs, tigers, orangutans, monkeys, wild cattle, cobras, pythons, and Japanese, just to name a few. There are native collaborationists and bands of Dutch outlaws. The stage was already set for high adventure and the other actors were already there when Tarzan arrived.
The close companions who shared these adventures with him were a pilot from Oklahoma City, waist gunners from Brooklyn and Texas, a ball turret gunner from Chicago, a radio man from Van Nuys, California, a Chinese, a Dutch reserve officer, a Eurasian girl, and blonde Corrie Van der Meer, the daughter of a Dutch Sumatran planter. Viewing the diverse racial origins of this aggregation, their friends of the Dutch guerrillas dubbed them "The Foreign Legion."