Presently he and the Kurdish chief rode together toward us, and the Kurd looked us over, saying nothing.

(Ranjoor Singh told me afterward that the Kurd wished to be convinced that we were many enough to enforce fair play.) The long and the short of it was that we received half the captured horses--that is, thirty-five, for some had been killed--and all the saddles, no less than ninety of them, besides mauser rifles and uniforms for our ten unarmed Syrians.

The Kurds took all the remainder, watching to make sure that the Syrians, whom we sent to help themselves to uniforms, took nothing else.

When the Kurds had finished looting, they rode away toward the south without so much as a backward glance at us.
I asked Ranjoor Singh how Turkish cavalry had come to let themselves get caught thus unsupported, and he said he did not know.
"Yet I have learned something," he said.

"I shot the Turkish commander's horse myself, and my men pounced on him.