it. Then they pointed to some smoke on the sky-line that they said
was from burning Armenian homes in Marash.

" 'Why didn't you take refuge in the mission?' I asked them. And
they answered that it was because the mission grounds were already
full of refugees.

"Well, if that were true--and mind you, I didn't believe it--it was
a good reason why I should hurry there and help. If the mission
staff was overworked before that they would be simply overwhelmed
now. So I told them to turn round and come to Marash with me and
my six men."

"And what did they say?" we demanded together.

"They laughed. They said nothing at all to me. Perhaps they thought
I was mad. They talked together for five minutes, and then without
consulting me they seized my bridle and galloped up a goat-path that
led after a most interminable ride to this place."

"Where they hold you to ransom?"

"Not at all. They've been very kind to me. I think that at the
bottom of their thoughts there may be some idea of exchanging me
for some of their own women whom the Turks have made away with.
But a stronger motive than that is the determination to keep me safe
and be able to produce me afterward in proof of their bona fides.
They've got me here as witness, for another thing. And then, I've
started a sort of hospital in this old keep. There are literally
hundreds of men and women hiding in these hills, and the women are