Garret looked fearfully over his shoulder.  He seemed completely unnerved and unstrung.

“Was the young man following?  Alas!  I knew it not.  I came hither to seek Robert Ferrar, but he was out; and knowing that you had planned to move hither, and thinking it likely you might already have done so, I asked the servant where you were to be found, and he pointed out the place, and said he knew that you were within; but I knew not he had followed me.  Could he have known who I am?”

“Nay, that I know not; but he heard you declare how you had been taken and had escaped.  Alack, Master Garret, we are in a sore strait!  How comes it that you are not safe in Dorsetshire, as I have been happily picturing you?”

Garret burst into tears.  He was utterly broken down.  He had not tasted food during the whole day, and was worn out with anxiety and apprehension.  Dalaber set bread before him, and he fell upon it eagerly, meantime telling, with tears and sighs, the story of his wanderings, his resolution to return, and his apprehension in the middle of the previous night by the proctors.

“They took me to the house of the commissary,” added Garret, “and they shut me up in a bare room, with naught save a pitcher of water beside me.  I trow they sought to break my spirit with fasting, for none came nigh me when the day dawned, and I was left in cold and hunger, not knowing what would befall me.  But when the afternoon came, and a hush fell upon the place, and no sound of coming or going was to be heard, I made shift, after much labour, to slip the bolt of my prison, and to steal forth silently and unobserved; and surely the Lord must have been with me, for I met no living soul as I quitted the college, and I drew my hood over my face and walked softly through the narrowest streets and lanes, and so forth and hither, thinking myself safest without the walls.  And now I pray you, my dear young friend and brother, give me a coat with sleeves instead of this gown, and a hat, if you have one that smacks not of the priest; for from henceforth I will stand as a free man amongst men, and will serve no longer in the priest’s office.  To the Lord I am a priest for ever.  I will serve Him with the best that I have; but I will no longer hold any charge or living, since I may not deny my Lord, and thus am called heretic and outcast by those in high places.  I will away.  I will get me to Germany.  I will join the labours of the brethren there.  Son Anthony, wilt thou go with me? for I love thee even as mine own soul.  Think what we might accomplish together, were we to throw in our lot one with the other, and with the brethren yonder!”

Garret looked eagerly in Dalaber’s face, and the tears started to the young man’s eyes.  He had been much moved by Garret’s emotion, and for a brief space a wild impulse came over him to share his flight and his future life.  What lay before him in Oxford if he stayed?  Would he not be betrayed by the servant as Garret’s accomplice?  Would he not certainly be arrested and examined, and perhaps thrown into prison—­perhaps led to the stake?  Who could tell?  And here was a chance of life and liberty and active service in the cause.  Should he not take it?  Would he not be wise to fly whilst he had still the chance?  Who could say how soon the authorities might come to lay hands on him?  Then it would be too late.