They were hidden in the deep darkness under their canopy of light, for they were holding their torches high at the full stretch of their arms.

They were shouting, too, wild shrill cries ending sometimes in a gush of rapid speech.
Their words did not seem to be directed against us, but against the crowd.

A sudden hope came to me that for some unknown reason they were on our side.
The press was no longer heavy against us.

It was thinning rapidly and I could hear the scuffle as men made off down the side streets.

My first notion was that these were the Turkish police.