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Once finished I no longer hurried, but walked slowly about, and even stopped, for a time, with several others, to watch the steam rise from the damp, collapsed canvas, this generated by the heat from within. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #116)

The interior of the tent was protected by layers of canvas from the outside, and weather, and, with its furnishings, its mats, chests, screens, and such, would burn splendidly. As soon as I emerged in the early morning light from the slit I had made in the canvas, I cut several of the tent ropes. The guards, as I had surmised, large numbers of them, would be arrested in their pursuit by the flames, and further discomfited when the roof's layered canvases, those in this portion of the tent, the ropes cut, would collapse. Once finished I no longer hurried, but walked slowly about, and even stopped, for a time, with several others, to watch the steam rise from the damp, collapsed canvas, this generated by the heat from within. * * * "So where is Tajima?" I said. "We must be on our way". "I do not know," said Pertinax. - (Rebels of Gor)