Again Anton seized his principal's arm, and dragged him off with such speed as is only possible to men under the influence of strong excitement.

They had just got behind a projection of the house when they heard a shot fired, and saw with horror the young Pole fall backward bleeding, and heard his last cry, "The _canaille_!" "To the wagons!" said the merchant, dashing down a narrow cross-street.
They still heard in the distance shots and cries of discord; and breaking through bands of curious and terrified inhabitants, who hindered their progress, they arrived breathless, and fearing the worst, at the door of the inn.
Here, too, there was mutiny.

The soldiers left in charge of the house had loosed the landlord, and speedily made their retreat as soon as news of the tumult reached them.

The court-yard was now a scene of wrangling and confusion.

The landlord, supported by a number of idlers collected from the street, was disputing violently with the wagoners.