'I fear, Major, we'll soon be remembering Zion.' I tried to persuade myself that this was merely the red tape of a frontier fortress, but I had an instinct that difficulties were in store for us.

If Rasta had started wiring I was prepared to put up the brazenest bluff, for we were still eighty miles from Erzerum, and at all costs we were going to be landed there before night.
A fussy staff-officer met us at the door.

At the sight of us he cried to a friend to come and look.
'Here are the birds safe.

A fat man and two lean ones and a savage who looks like a Kurd.

Call the guard and march them off.