The gate is open--out with the wagons!" The gate led to an open space covered with building-stones and _debris_, and surrounded by a few poor houses.

The merchant hastened thither to superintend the departure.

A stout youth came to Anton's assistance.
They were anxious moments these.

Near the house, he and his helper were struggling with the prostrate man, whose ugly wife and her two maid-servants were howling at the house door.

As the first wagon rolled away, their screams became louder: the landlady called out "help" and "murder!" and the maids wailed all the louder the more fervently the young wagoner assured them that no harm would befall his worship, the landlord, if he would only lie still, and that, moreover, they would all pay their bills besides.
Just then loud knocks were heard at the house door; the women rushed in and unlocked it at once; and so great had been the hopeless excitement of the last few minutes, that it was almost with a sense of relief that Anton saw a strong body of soldiery defile into the court.