“How did I get back here—from a hundred miles away, do you suppose?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“I fell in with a caravan of Arabs, and they brought me.”
“What!”
“Yes.”
“Where are the Arabs now?”
“Right out there. See ’em?”
Bob looked in the direction indicated. There, sure enough, was a number of Arabs with horses and camels rapidly approaching the oasis.
The boy turned to his companion and murmured reproachfully: “Fitz, you’re a big story-teller—that’s what you are. Just now you happened to see those Arabs, and you put them into your story. You’ve been spinning a big yarn to me. I’ll bet the lion didn’t carry you but a short distance out on the sands; then you came to your senses, got over your surprise, and rolled off and made your way back. I believe you’ve been here ever since shortly after I went to sleep. Now, haven’t you?”