who are faithful to the death. Yet
something tells me again that this day has not yet come, that the
Lord has other work for me to do. Therefore I will fly, and that
speedily. Yet whither shall I go? There are many places closed to
me already, and I shall be searched for far and wide."

Anthony stood hesitating, his hand upon a piece of paper; and then,
as if making up his mind, he spoke eagerly and rapidly.

"Master Garret, I have here a letter written to me by my brother,
who is priest of a parish in Dorsetshire; Stalbridge is the name of
the place. But a week since, a clerk coming hither from those parts
brought to me a letter from him, which I have here in mine hand;
and as you will see, he earnestly begs me to find for him here in
Oxford a suitable man to act as his curate. Now, if you were to
change your name and go to him with a letter from me, no doubt he
would incontinently receive you into his house and give you good
welcome; and there you could lie hid and unsuspected till the tide
of pursuit was over, after which you could make excuse to leave him
again, and go back to where you will."

Garret seemed to be turning the matter over in his mind, whilst the
other two students appeared to think this just the opportunity
desired, and eagerly bade Dalaber commence the letter of
introduction, whilst they offered to pack up some clothes and
provision for the traveller.

"What manner of man is this brother of thine, Anthony?" asked
Garret. "Doth he belong to us of the brethren?"

A slight flush rose to Dalaber's cheek, which else was unwontedly
pale.

"Alas, no! He has no knowledge of those things which we prize.
There is the trouble. He is a rank Papist. But yet he has a kind
heart, and there would surely be no need to speak of such matters
with him. You would have your duties to do, as in London, in church
and parish. It may be that the Lord would send you thither to sow
fresh seed by the wayside."

"If I thought that--" began Garret, with kindling eyes.

"And wherefore not?" questioned the other two eagerly; "it may even
be the Lord's way of spreading the truth. Nay, Master Garret, do
not hesitate or tarry. The danger is too sore and pressing, and
this is, as it were, an open door of escape. Let us garb you
something differently, give you a new name, which Anthony will
write in his letter; the letter you will bear upon your person; and
then, when you are once beyond the reach of pursuit, you can travel