The arm disappeared beneath the black tent so swiftly and so noiselessly that Timokles would almost have thought that the sight of the arm had been an illusion had he not held the knife in his left hand.

He remembered the girl's words, "O Christian, I am afraid of thy God and thee!" "Would that I might have told her more of Him!" wished the young Egyptian, as he awkwardly cut at his bonds with the knife.
He was free again! He crept softly away after pushing the knife's handle back under the edge of the black tent.

He felt that in the secrecy of the tent one listened who knew he was free.
"Thou didst put it into her heart to save me!" whispered Timokles with a reverent look at the sky.
He knew that as soon as his escape should be discovered there would be instant pursuit, therefore he sought to travel as swiftly as possible..