The men started to their feet.
"Pannartz!"
They scuttled into the wood, and were seen no more.
Clement was amazed, and stood puzzling himself.
Presently a face peeped from behind a tree.
Clement addressed it. "What fear ye?"
A quavering voice replied, "Say, rather, by what magic you, a stranger, can call us by our names! I never clapt eyes on you till now."
"O superstition! I know ye, as all good workmen are known—by your works. Come hither and I will tell ye."
They advanced gingerly from different sides; each regulating his advance by the other's.