So that although Turks have no caste distinctions that I know of, that one felt like a high-caste Brahman ordered to change garments with a sweeper.

He looked as if he would infinitely rather die.
"Hurry!" Ranjoor Singh ordered him in English.
"HURRIET ?" said the Turk.

HURRIET is their Turkish for LIBERTY.

All the troops in Stamboul used it constantly, and Ranjoor Singh told me it means much the same as the French cry of "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity!" The Turk seemed bewildered, and opened his eyes wider than ever; but whatever his thoughts were about "HURRIET" he rightly interpreted the look in Ranjoor Singh's eye and obeyed, grimacing like a monkey as he drew on Abraham's dirty garments.
"You shall wear the rags of a driver of mules if you talk any more about loot to your men or mine!" said Ranjoor Singh.

"If I proposed to loot, I would bury you for a beginning, lest there be nothing for the rest of us!" He made Abraham translate that into Turkish, lest the full gist of it be lost, and I sat comparing the two men.