But he was wiser than to do that.

Just so far he meant their wrath should urge them--so far and no further.

He watched as one might watch a fuse.
"Those Kurds of this morning," he told me (never taking his eyes off the men) "hurried off to the southward expecting to meet this very procession.

Kurds hate Turks, and Turks fear Kurds, but in this they are playing to and fro, each into the other's hands.

The Turks drive Armenians out into the desert, where the Kurds come down on them and plunder.