The Golden Lion was scarcely a hundred feet from the gate by which they had just entered. The chief wagoner rapped upon the glass, and as it was only ten o'clock the landlord appeared upon the threshold.
"Ah! is it you, Stephan?" he asked, glancing at the long line of wagons, which extended from his door almost to the Haguenau gate.
"Yes, Monsieur Bauer, myself," replied the chief wagoner.
"And all goes well?"
"Perfectly."
"No trouble in entering?"
"Not the slightest. And here?"
"We are ready."
"The house?"
"A match is all that is needed."