CHAPTER VI.
A NARROW ESCAPE.
During the next few days Harry was kept hard at work delivering the various minute documents which he had brought in the hollow of his stick.

Sometimes of an evening he attended his master to the houses where he had taken such messages, and once or twice was called in to be present at discussions, and asked to explain various matters connected with the position of the king.

During this time he saw but little of the apprentice Jacob, except at his meals, and as the boy did not touch upon his frequent absence, or make any allusion to political matters, when in their bedroom alone at night, Harry hoped that his suspicions had been allayed.
One morning, however, on waking up, he saw the boy sitting upright in bed, staring fixedly at him.
"What is the matter; Jacob, and what are you doing ?" "I am wondering who and what you are!" the boy said.
"I am Roger, your fellow apprentice," Harry replied, laughing.
"I am not sure that you are Roger; I am not sure that you are an apprentice," the boy said.

"But if you were, that would not tell me who you are.

If you were merely Roger the apprentice, Dame Alice would not pick out all the tit-bits at dinner, and put them on your plate, while I and Master Hardwood have to put up with any scraps which may come.