He rose from the ground, and left the landlord free.

But the merchant walked slowly, and with uncertain steps, like a broken-down man, to meet the enemies who, at this decisive moment, frustrated his will.
The leader of the band, one of those whom the young Pole had in the morning summoned to the inn, said to the merchant, "You are prisoners; neither you nor your wagons can leave the town." "I have a passport," eagerly replied Mr.Schroeter, feeling for his pocket-book.
"The new government forbids your journey," was the curt rejoinder.
"I must submit," said the merchant, mechanically sitting down on a wagon-pole, and clinging to the body of the vehicle.
Anton held the half-unconscious man in his arms, and said, in utmost indignation, "We have been twice robbed in this inn; we were in danger of being killed; my companion is wounded, as you see; if your government is determined to detain us and our wagons, at least protect our lives and our property.

The wagons can not remain here, and if we are separated from them, it will be still more difficult to prevent their being plundered." The soldiers now held a consultation, and at length their leader called Anton to share in it.

After much discussion, it was finally arranged that the wagons should be moved to a neighboring establishment, equal to this in accommodation, but superior in character.

Anton obtained leave to move to it with his companion, and there remain under surveillance till something further should be decided.