Four days was the general confined to the city by the obligation of the treaty, and the urgent cares of his new conquest.

His appetite for blood and rapine would have been extinguished by the hopeless computation of time and distance; but he listened to the importunities of Jonas, who assured him that the weary fugitives might yet be overtaken.

At the head of four thousand horse, in the disguise of Christian Arabs, Caled undertook the pursuit.

They halted only for the moments of prayer; and their guide had a perfect knowledge of the country.

For a long way the footsteps of the Damascenes were plain and conspicuous: they vanished on a sudden; but the Saracens were comforted by the assurance that the caravan had turned aside into the mountains, and must speedily fall into their hands.
In traversing the ridges of the Libanus, they endured intolerable hardships, and the sinking spirits of the veteran fanatics were supported and cheered by the unconquerable ardor of a lover.