But some person must have recognized the man, tracked him to his lair, and set the bulldogs of the cardinal upon him.

He was taken at midnight upon the night of his secret return, and now stood a helpless prisoner in the hands of those set upon his track.
He looked at them with calm fearlessness.

His spirit rose to the peril, and his mien was dauntless.
"Upon what charge am I arrested ?" he asked quietly.
"You will hear that at the right time and in the right place," was the stern reply; "we are not here to bandy words with you.

Put on your gown and hood, though you so little deserve such garb, and come whither you are led.

Force will not be used unless you compel it." Garret resumed the outer garments he had laid aside for the night, and pronounced himself ready to follow them whither they would.
"Take him to Lincoln College," spoke the senior proctor to his servants.