'You've offended his Lordship, and he is a bad enemy.

All those damned Comitadjis are.

You would be well advised not to go on to Constantinople.' 'And have that blighter in the red hat loot the trucks on the road?
No, thank you.

I am going to see them safe at Chataldja, or whatever they call the artillery depot.' I said a good deal more, but that is an abbreviated translation of my remarks.

My word for 'blighter' was _trottel_, but I used some other expressions which would have ravished my Young Turk friend to hear.
Looking back, it seems pretty ridiculous to have made all this fuss about guns which were going to be used against my own people.