Come what might, he would not betray his friends.
It was not a question of subtle doctrines, in which his understanding might become confused; it was a simple question of honour betwixt man and man, friend and friend.

He had the power to betray a vast number of men who had trusted him, and nothing would induce him to do it, not even the threat of torture and death.

He trusted to be able to endure both, should that be his fate.
"Take him away," spoke Dr.London at last, in a voice of thunder--"take him away, and we will see him again when discipline has something tamed his spirit.

And it will then be strange if we cannot wring somewhat more from him.

I will see him myself at a later hour; and you, Dr.Cottisford, will have a care that he doth not escape, as Master Garret did yesterday." "I have provided against that, methinks," was the rather grim reply; and forthwith the three men rose and marched towards the chapel door, the prisoner being led after them by the servants.
The commissary then led the way through various passages and up a long stair, and Dalaber gazed with interest as he passed through the door of a large upper chamber, where a strange-looking apparatus stood in one corner.