Gas. Another than my chief
Should have my life before the shameful tale!
Rai. Speak quickly.
Gas. In the desert, as I journey’d back,
A band of Arabs met me on the way,
And I became their captive. Till last night—
Rai. Go on! Last night?
Gas. They slumber’d by their fires—
I could not sleep; when one—I thought him one
O’ the tribe at first—came up and loosed my bonds,