CHAPTER SIX.
HOW I WALKED WITH A REBEL.
"Where do we go next ?" asked I in the morning as we shook ourselves free of the hay which had been our bed, and sallied out into the air.
He looked at me with a smile, as though the question were a jest.
"To my guardian's," said he.
"Why!" said I, "he will flog you for running away from Oxford." "What of that ?" said Sir Ludar.

"He is my governor." It seemed odd to me for a man to put himself thus in the lion's maw, but I durst not question my new chief.
"You shall come too, and see him," said he.

"It passes me to guess what he will do with me next, unless he make a lawyer or a priest of me." "I must back to my master in London," said I.
"The printer!" said he, scornfully.

"He is thy master no more; thou hast entered my service." This staggered me.

For much as I loved him, it had never occurred to me to bind myself to a penniless runaway.
"Pardon me, sir," said I.