But there be whispers abroad that the cardinal and the abbots and priors will make search after the precious books, and rob us of them, and brand us as evildoers and heretics." "Alas, and that is all too true," answered Garret, with a deep sigh.

"In me you see a fugitive from the wrath of the cardinal.

I left Oxford at dawn of day, and have fled apace through the wildest paths ever since.

I am weary and worn with travel, and seeing this light gleaming forth, I thought I would seek here for rest and shelter; but little did I hope to find one of the brethren in this lonely cabin, and one who may himself suffer in the cause of truth and righteousness." "We shall not suffer more than the Lord did," answered the old man, with a sudden illumination of feature, "nor more than He sees good for us.

It may be that He wants His martyrs in all generations and in all lands.