I pointed to the brook, the overhanging bank, and said, "In there!
Quick!"
They scuttled. They passed me and looked at me half-thankfully,
half-fearfully.
The voices came nearer.
"Come on! This way! They can't get far!"
I wrapped myself in my cloak and sat down and pretended to be gazing at
the stars.
A moment later three Deacons burst upon the clearing. I turned slowly,
and stared at them, showing mild artificial surprise. Handsome, burly
fellows. The one in the middle was a positive Apollo; I was sure that
he waved his hair. He glared at me.
"You," he said.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. What are you doing here?"