It just bided its time and took notes.
'You can imagine that this was the very kind of crowd for my purpose.
I knew of old its little ways, for with all its orthodoxy it dabbled a good deal in magic, and owed half its power to its atmosphere of the uncanny.

The Companions could dance the heart out of the ordinary Turk.

You saw a bit of one of our dances this afternoon, Dick--pretty good, wasn't it?
They could go anywhere, and no questions asked.

They knew what the ordinary man was thinking, for they were the best intelligence department in the Ottoman Empire--far better than Enver's _Khafiyeh_.

And they were popular, too, for they had never bowed the knee to the _Nemseh_--the Germans who are squeezing out the life-blood of the Osmanli for their own ends.