"You seem to think Pan is everything." "So he is," said the Professor, "in Greek.

He means everything." "Don't forget," said the Secretary, looking down, "that he also means Panic." Syme had stood without hearing any of the exclamations.
"It fell over there," he said shortly.

"Let us follow it!" Then he added with an indescribable gesture-- "Oh, if he has cheated us all by getting killed! It would be like one of his larks." He strode off towards the distant trees with a new energy, his rags and ribbons fluttering in the wind.

The others followed him in a more footsore and dubious manner.

And almost at the same moment all six men realised that they were not alone in the little field.
Across the square of turf a tall man was advancing towards them, leaning on a strange long staff like a sceptre.