"We march to Bagdad to join the British there! Bagdad is good!" But he answered, "Bagdad is not yet taken--not yet nearly taken.
Between us and Bagdad lies a Turkish army of fifty or sixty thousand men at least." I sat silent.

I can draw a map of the world and set the rivers and cities and boundaries down; so I knew that if we could go neither north--nor south--nor westward, there remained only eastward, straight-forward into Persia.

He read my thoughts, and nodded.
"Persia is neutral," he said, with a wave of his hand that might mean anything.

"The Turks have spared no army for one section of the Persian frontier, choosing to depend on savage tribes.

And the Germans have given them Wassmuss to help out." "Ah!" said I, making ready to learn at last who Wassmuss might be.
"When we have found this Wassmuss, are we to make him march with us like Tugendheim ?" "If what the Germans in Stamboul said of him is only half-true," he answered, "we shall find him hard to catch.