And here in Oxford, where so much brawling and license and sinfulness stalks rampant, does it not say somewhat for these new doctrines that they attract the more toward and religious, and pass the idlers and reprobates by ?" So there was much eager talk and discussion throughout Oxford during the days which followed, and excitement ran high when it was known that Garret had been taken--not in London, not in a tawny coat, but near to Bristol--by a relative of Cole, one of the proctors, who had recognized him from the description sent by his relative, and was eager to be permitted to conduct him to Oxford, and hand him over to the authorities.
Arthur heard all the story, and was very indignant; for though Garret was no favourite or friend of his, he was a graduate of his own college, and he felt it hard that he should have been hunted down like a mad dog, and caught just at the very moment when he was nearing the coast, and might well have hoped to make good his escape.
"I am no friend to Master Wylkins for his zeal," he said, "and right glad am I that the law would not allow him to take possession of the prisoner, but had him lodged in Ilchester jail, despite his offer of five hundred pounds as surety for his safe appearance when called for.

He is to be taken now to London, to the cardinal, under special writ.

But I have greater hopes of his finding mercy with the cardinal than had he come here and been subject to the Bishop of Lincoln." A little later and the news came that the monk Ferrar, who had suddenly disappeared from Oxford after the arrest of Dalaber, had been taken in London in the house of one of the brethren, and that he and Garret were both in the hands of the cardinal.
"What will they do to them ?" questioned Freda of Arthur, who came daily to visit them with all the latest news.
But that was a question none could answer as yet, though it seemed to Freda as if upon that depended all her life's future.

For if these men were done to death for conscience' sake, could Dalaber, their friend and confederate, hope to escape?
Arthur always spoke hopefully, but in his heart he was often sorely troubled.

He came at dusk today, clad in a cloak down to his heels, and with another over his arm.