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+Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the lower branches of a tree, was resolving an idea which had at first struck him like a flash, and which was now firmly lodged in his brain.
+He had commenced by saying to himself, "What folly!" and then he repeated, "Why not, after all? It's a chance,--perhaps the only one; and with such sots!"
+Thinking thus, he slipped, with the suppleness of a serpent, to the lowest branches, the ends of which bent almost to the ground.
+The hours passed, and the lighter shades now announced the approach of day, though it was not yet light.
+This was the moment. The slumbering multitude became animated, the tambourines sounded, songs and cries arose; the hour of the sacrifice had come.
+The doors of the pagoda swung open, and a bright light escaped from its interior, in the midst of which Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim. She seemed, having shaken off the stupor of intoxication, to be striving to escape from her executioner. Sir Francis's heart throbbed; and, convulsively seizing Mr. Fogg's hand, found in it an open knife. Just at this moment the crowd began to move. The young woman had again fallen into a stupor caused by the fumes of hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her with their wild, religious cries.
+Phileas Fogg and his companions, mingling in the rear ranks of the crowd, followed; and in two minutes they reached the banks of the stream, and stopped fifty paces from the pyre, upon which still lay the rajah's corpse. In the semi-obscurity they saw the victim, quite senseless, stretched out beside her husband's body. Then a torch was brought, and the wood, heavily soaked with oil, instantly took fire.
+At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, was about to rush upon the pyre. But he had quickly pushed them aside, when the whole scene suddenly changed. A cry of terror arose. The whole multitude prostrated themselves, terror-stricken, on the ground.
+The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a sudden, like a spectre, took up his wife in his arms, and descended from the pyre in the midst of the clouds of smoke, which only heightened his ghostly appearance.
+Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant terror, lay there, with their faces on the ground, not daring to lift their eyes and behold such a prodigy.
+The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigorous arms which supported her, and which she did not seem in the least to burden. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis stood erect, the Parsee bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no doubt, scarcely less stupefied.
+The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg, and, in an abrupt tone, said, "Let us be off!"
+It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging darkness, had delivered the young woman from death! It was Passepartout who, playing his part with a happy audacity, had passed through the crowd amid the general terror.
+A moment after all four of the party had disappeared in the woods, and the elephant was bearing them away at a rapid pace. But the cries and noise, and a ball which whizzed through Phileas Fogg's hat, apprised them that the trick had been discovered.
+The old rajah's body, indeed, now appeared upon the burning pyre; and the priests, recovered from their terror, perceived that an abduction had taken place. They hastened into the forest, followed by the soldiers, who fired a volley after the fugitives; but the latter rapidly increased the distance between them, and ere long found themselves beyond the reach of the bullets and arrows.
+Chapter XIV IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT
+The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!" which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea; and he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout, the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah! As for the young Indian woman, she had been unconscious throughout of what was passing, and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket, was reposing in one of the howdahs.
+The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the Parsee, was advancing rapidly through the still darksome forest, and, an hour after leaving the pagoda, had crossed a vast plain. They made a halt at seven o'clock, the young woman being still in a state of complete prostration. The guide made her drink a little brandy and water, but the drowsiness which stupefied her could not yet be shaken off.
+Sir Francis, who was familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced by the fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on her account. But he was more disturbed at the prospect of her future fate. He told Phileas Fogg that, should Aouda remain in India, she would inevitably fall again into the hands of her executioners. These fanatics were scattered throughout the county, and would, despite the English police, recover their victim at Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta. She would only be safe by quitting India for ever.
+Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the matter.
+The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o'clock, and, the interrupted line of railway being resumed, would enable them to reach Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. Phileas Fogg would thus be able to arrive in time to take the steamer which left Calcutta the next day, October 25th, at noon, for Hong Kong.
+The young woman was placed in one of the waiting-rooms of the station, whilst Passepartout was charged with purchasing for her various articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and some furs; for which his master gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout started off forthwith, and found himself in the streets of Allahabad, that is, the City of God, one of the most venerated in India, being built at the junction of the two sacred rivers, Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which attract pilgrims from every part of the peninsula. The Ganges, according to the legends of the Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to Brahma's agency, it descends to the earth.
+Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases, to take a good look at the city. It was formerly defended by a noble fort, which has since become a state prison; its commerce has dwindled away, and Passepartout in vain looked about him for such a bazaar as he used to frequent in Regent Street. At last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew, who sold second-hand articles, and from whom he purchased a dress of Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He then returned triumphantly to the station.
+The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected Aouda began gradually to yield, and she became more herself, so that her fine eyes resumed all their soft Indian expression.
+When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:
+"Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor."
+It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the European acceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with great purity, and the guide had not exaggerated in saying that the young Parsee had been transformed by her bringing up.
+The train was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr. Fogg proceeded to pay the guide the price agreed upon for his service, and not a farthing more; which astonished Passepartout, who remembered all that his master owed to the guide's devotion. He had, indeed, risked his life in the adventure at Pillaji, and, if he should be caught afterwards by the Indians, he would with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also, must be disposed of. What should be done with the elephant, which had been so dearly purchased? Phileas Fogg had already determined this question.
+"Parsee," said he to the guide, "you have been serviceable and devoted. I have paid for your service, but not for your devotion. Would you like to have this elephant? He is yours."
+The guide's eyes glistened.
+"Your honour is giving me a fortune!" cried he.
+"Take him, guide," returned Mr. Fogg, "and I shall still be your debtor."
+"Good!" exclaimed Passepartout. "Take him, friend. Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast." And, going up to the elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying, "Here, Kiouni, here, here."
+The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as high as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed the animal, which replaced him gently on the ground.
+Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passepartout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best seat, were whirling at full speed towards Benares. It was a run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two hours. During the journey, the young woman fully recovered her senses.
+What was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, on the railway, dressed in European habiliments, and with travellers who were quite strangers to her! Her companions first set about fully reviving her with a little liquor, and then Sir Francis narrated to her what had passed, dwelling upon the courage with which Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his life to save her, and recounting the happy sequel of the venture, the result of Passepartout's rash idea. Mr. Fogg said nothing; while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating that "it wasn't worth telling."
+Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears than words; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better than her lips. Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene of the sacrifice, and recalled the dangers which still menaced her, she shuddered with terror.
+Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda's mind, and offered, in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong Kong, where she might remain safely until the affair was hushed up--an offer which she eagerly and gratefully accepted. She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was one of the principal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English city, though on an island on the Chinese coast.
+At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet's tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth; though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth, Passepartout caught glimpses of its brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the place, as the train entered it.
+Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's destination, the troops he was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success, and expressing the hope that he would come that way again in a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who did not forget what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed more warmth; and, as for Passepartout, he received a hearty shake of the hand from the gallant general.
+The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of their carriage the travellers had glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar, with its mountains clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat, and corn, its jungles peopled with green alligators, its neat villages, and its still thickly-leaved forests. Elephants were bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and groups of Indians, despite the advanced season and chilly air, were performing solemnly their pious ablutions. These were fervent Brahmins, the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces, and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators. What would these divinities think of India, anglicised as it is to-day, with steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, frightening the gulls which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders?
+The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save when the steam concealed it fitfully from the view; the travellers could scarcely discern the fort of Chupenie, twenty miles south-westward from Benares, the ancient stronghold of the rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its famous rose-water factories; or the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on the left bank of the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a large manufacturing and trading-place, where is held the principal opium market of India; or Monghir, a more than European town, for it is as English as Manchester or Birmingham, with its iron foundries, edgetool factories, and high chimneys puffing clouds of black smoke heavenward.
+Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, in the midst of the roaring of the tigers, bears, and wolves which fled before the locomotive; and the marvels of Bengal, Golconda ruined Gour, Murshedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan, Hugly, and the French town of Chandernagor, where Passepartout would have been proud to see his country's flag flying, were hidden from their view in the darkness.
+Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and the packet left for Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five hours before him.
+According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the 25th of October, and that was the exact date of his actual arrival. He was therefore neither behind-hand nor ahead of time. The two days gained between London and Bombay had been lost, as has been seen, in the journey across India. But it is not to be supposed that Phileas Fogg regretted them.
+Chapter XV IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE
+The train entered the station, and Passepartout jumping out first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion to descend. Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aouda comfortably settled for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while they were still on dangerous ground.
+Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to him, and said, "Mr. Phileas Fogg?"
+"I am he."
+"Is this man your servant?" added the policeman, pointing to Passepartout.
+"Yes."
+"Be so good, both of you, as to follow me."
+Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman was a representative of the law, and law is sacred to an Englishman. Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a signal to obey.
+"May this young lady go with us?" asked he.
+"She may," replied the policeman.
+Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a palkigahri, a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, in which they took their places and were driven away. No one spoke during the twenty minutes which elapsed before they reached their destination. They first passed through the "black town," with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts, and squalid population; then through the "European town," which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions, shaded by coconut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equipages were passing back and forth.
+The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which, however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion. The policeman having requested his prisoners--for so, truly, they might be called--to descend, conducted them into a room with barred windows, and said: "You will appear before Judge Obadiah at half-past eight."
+He then retired, and closed the door.
+"Why, we are prisoners!" exclaimed Passepartout, falling into a chair.
+Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr. Fogg: "Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account that you receive this treatment, it is for having saved me!"
+Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible. It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for preventing a suttee. The complainants would not dare present themselves with such a charge. There was some mistake. Moreover, he would not, in any event, abandon Aouda, but would escort her to Hong Kong.
+"But the steamer leaves at noon!" observed Passepartout, nervously.
+"We shall be on board by noon," replied his master, placidly.
+It was said so positively that Passepartout could not help muttering to himself, "Parbleu that's certain! Before noon we shall be on board." But he was by no means reassured.
+At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared, and, requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining hall. It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans and natives already occupied the rear of the apartment.
+Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk. Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head.
+"The first case," said he. Then, putting his hand to his head, he exclaimed, "Heh! This is not my wig!"
+"No, your worship," returned the clerk, "it is mine."
+"My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sentence in a clerk's wig?" The wigs were exchanged.
+Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face of the big clock over the judge seemed to go around with terrible rapidity.
+"The first case," repeated Judge Obadiah.
+"Phileas Fogg?" demanded Oysterpuff.
+"I am here," replied Mr. Fogg.
+"Passepartout?"
+"Present," responded Passepartout.
+"Good," said the judge. "You have been looked for, prisoners, for two days on the trains from Bombay."
+"But of what are we accused?" asked Passepartout, impatiently.
+"You are about to be informed."
+"I am an English subject, sir," said Mr. Fogg, "and I have the right--"
+"Have you been ill-treated?"
+"Not at all."
+"Very well; let the complainants come in."
+A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests entered.
+"That's it," muttered Passepartout; "these are the rogues who were going to burn our young lady."
+The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin religion.
+"You hear the charge?" asked the judge.
+"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, "and I admit it."
+"You admit it?"
+"I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji."
+The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to understand what was said.
+"Yes," cried Passepartout, warmly; "at the pagoda of Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their victim."
+The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were stupefied.
+"What victim?" said Judge Obadiah. "Burn whom? In Bombay itself?"
+"Bombay?" cried Passepartout.
+"Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but of the pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay."
+"And as a proof," added the clerk, "here are the desecrator's very shoes, which he left behind him." Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk.
+"My shoes!" cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting this imprudent exclamation to escape him.
+The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at Calcutta, may be imagined.
+Fix the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passepartout's escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for twelve hours, had consulted the priests of Malabar Hill. Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with this kind of misdemeanour, he promised them a goodly sum in damages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train. Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow, Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by a dispatch to arrest them should they arrive. Fix's disappointment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearance in Calcutta may be imagined. He made up his mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety; at last he was rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman; and this was how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah.
+Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-room, watching the proceedings with an interest easily understood; for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it had done at Bombay and Suez.
+Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout's rash exclamation, which the poor fellow would have given the world to recall.
+"The facts are admitted?" asked the judge.
+"Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.
+"Inasmuch," resumed the judge, "as the English law protects equally and sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days and a fine of three hundred pounds."
+"Three hundred pounds!" cried Passepartout, startled at the largeness of the sum.
+"Silence!" shouted the constable.
+"And inasmuch," continued the judge, "as it is not proved that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with the servant, and as the master in any case must be held responsible for the acts of his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week's imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty pounds."
+Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence ruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that abominable pagoda!
+Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next case, he rose, and said, "I offer bail."
+"You have that right," returned the judge.
+Fix's blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each prisoner would be one thousand pounds. "I will pay it at once," said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing them on the clerk's desk.
+"This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison," said the judge. "Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail."
+"Come!" said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
+"But let them at least give me back my shoes!" cried Passepartout angrily.
+"Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!" he muttered, as they were handed to him. "More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet."
+Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and issued forth on Mr. Fogg's traces. That gentleman took a carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.
+The Rangoon was moored half a mile off in the harbour, its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head. Eleven o'clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment.
+"The rascal is off, after all!" he exclaimed. "Two thousand pounds sacrificed! He's as prodigal as a thief! I'll follow him to the end of the world if necessary; but, at the rate he is going on, the stolen money will soon be exhausted."
+The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture. Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes, the purchase of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way, and the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber promised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing.
+Chapter XVI IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM
+The Rangoon--one of the Peninsular and Oriental Company's boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas--was a screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power. She was as fast, but not as well fitted up, as the Mongolia, and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand five hundred miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the young woman was not difficult to please.
+During the first days of the journey Aouda became better acquainted with her protector, and constantly gave evidence of her deep gratitude for what he had done. The phlegmatic gentleman listened to her, apparently at least, with coldness, neither his voice nor his manner betraying the slightest emotion; but he seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should be wanting to Aouda's comfort. He visited her regularly each day at certain hours, not so much to talk himself, as to sit and hear her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness, but with the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had been arranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know what to make of him, though Passepartout had given her some hints of his master's eccentricity, and made her smile by telling her of the wager which was sending him round the world. After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life, and she always regarded him through the exalting medium of her gratitude.
+Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide's narrative of her touching history. She did, indeed, belong to the highest of the native races of India. Many of the Parsee merchants have made great fortunes there by dealing in cotton; and one of them, Sir Jametsee Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet by the English government. Aouda was a relative of this great man, and it was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to join at Hong Kong. Whether she would find a protector in him she could not tell; but Mr. Fogg essayed to calm her anxieties, and to assure her that everything would be mathematically--he used the very word--arranged. Aouda fastened her great eyes, "clear as the sacred lakes of the Himalaya," upon him; but the intractable Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all inclined to throw himself into this lake.
+The first few days of the voyage passed prosperously, amid favourable weather and propitious winds, and they soon came in sight of the great Andaman, the principal of the islands in the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque Saddle Peak, two thousand four hundred feet high, looming above the waters.
+The steamer passed along near the shores, but the savage Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their appearance.
+The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of the gigantic mimosa, and tree-like ferns covered the foreground, while behind, the graceful outlines of the mountains were traced against the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious dish to the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied landscape afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however, and the Rangoon rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca, which gave access to the China seas.
+What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on from country to country, doing all this while? He had managed to embark on the Rangoon at Calcutta without being seen by Passepartout, after leaving orders that, if the warrant should arrive, it should be forwarded to him at Hong Kong; and he hoped to conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It would have been difficult to explain why he was on board without awakening Passepartout's suspicions, who thought him still at Bombay. But necessity impelled him, nevertheless, to renew his acquaintance with the worthy servant, as will be seen.
+All the detective's hopes and wishes were now centred on Hong Kong; for the steamer's stay at Singapore would be too brief to enable him to take any steps there. The arrest must be made at Hong Kong, or the robber would probably escape him for ever.
+Hong Kong was the last English ground on which he would set foot; beyond, China, Japan, America offered to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant should at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, Fix could arrest him and give him into the hands of the local police, and there would be no further trouble. But beyond Hong Kong, a simple warrant would be of no avail; an extradition warrant would be necessary, and that would result in delays and obstacles, of which the rascal would take advantage to elude justice.
+Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself, "Now, either the warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case I shall arrest my man, or it will not be there; and this time it is absolutely necessary that I should delay his departure. I have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta; if I fail at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost: Cost what it may, I must succeed! But how shall I prevent his departure, if that should turn out to be my last resource?"
+Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what kind of a fellow his master really was. That Passepartout was not Fogg's accomplice, he was very certain. The servant, enlightened by his disclosure, and afraid of being himself implicated in the crime, would doubtless become an ally of the detective. But this method was a dangerous one, only to be employed when everything else had failed. A word from Passepartout to his master would ruin all. The detective was therefore in a sore strait. But suddenly a new idea struck him. The presence of Aouda on the Rangoon, in company with Phileas Fogg, gave him new material for reflection.
+Who was this woman? What combination of events had made her Fogg's travelling companion? They had evidently met somewhere between Bombay and Calcutta; but where? Had they met accidentally, or had Fogg gone into the interior purposely in quest of this charming damsel?
+Fix was fairly puzzled. He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked elopement; and this idea so impressed itself upon his mind that he determined to make use of the supposed intrigue. Whether the young woman were married or not, he would be able to create such difficulties for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong that he could not escape by paying any amount of money.
+But could he even wait till they reached Hong Kong? Fogg had an abominable way of jumping from one boat to another, and, before anything could be effected, might get full under way again for Yokohama.
+Fix decided that he must warn the English authorities, and signal the Rangoon before her arrival. This was easy to do, since the steamer stopped at Singapore, whence there is a telegraphic wire to Hong Kong.
+He finally resolved, moreover, before acting more positively, to question Passepartout. It would not be difficult to make him talk; and, as there was no time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself known. It was now the 30th of October, and on the following day the Rangoon was due at Singapore.
+Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?"
+"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?"
+"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong--at least for some days."
+"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"
+"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness--I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"
+"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."
+"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said.
+Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.
+"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"
+"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."
+"Nothing to be done there," said Fix to himself, concealing his disappointment. "A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout?"
+"Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly glass on board the Rangoon."
+Chapter XVII SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG
+The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his inveterate habit, took a hand at whist.
+Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange chance kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing. It was really worth considering why this certainly very amiable and complacent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had then encountered on board the Mongolia, who disembarked at Bombay, which he announced as his destination, and now turned up so unexpectedly on the Rangoon, was following Mr. Fogg's tracks step by step. What was Fix's object? Passepartout was ready to wager his Indian shoes--which he religiously preserved--that Fix would also leave Hong Kong at the same time with them, and probably on the same steamer.
+Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century without hitting upon the real object which the detective had in view. He never could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was being tracked as a robber around the globe. But, as it is in human nature to attempt the solution of every mystery, Passepartout suddenly discovered an explanation of Fix's movements, which was in truth far from unreasonable. Fix, he thought, could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg's friends at the Reform Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went round the world as had been agreed upon.
+"It's clear!" repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his shrewdness. "He's a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn't quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you dear!"
+Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended at this mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he determined to chaff Fix, when he had the chance, with mysterious allusions, which, however, need not betray his real suspicions.
+During the afternoon of Wednesday, 30th October, the Rangoon entered the Strait of Malacca, which separates the peninsula of that name from Sumatra. The mountainous and craggy islets intercepted the beauties of this noble island from the view of the travellers. The Rangoon weighed anchor at Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, having gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival. Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his journal, and then, accompanied by Aouda, who betrayed a desire for a walk on shore, disembarked.
+Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg's every movement, followed them cautiously, without being himself perceived; while Passepartout, laughing in his sleeve at Fix's manoeuvres, went about his usual errands.
+The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there are no mountains; yet its appearance is not without attractions. It is a park checkered by pleasant highways and avenues. A handsome carriage, drawn by a sleek pair of New Holland horses, carried Phileas Fogg and Aouda into the midst of rows of palms with brilliant foliage, and of clove-trees, whereof the cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper plants replaced the prickly hedges of European fields; sago-bushes, large ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of this tropical clime; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air with a penetrating perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys skipped about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in the jungles.
+After a drive of two hours through the country, Aouda and Mr. Fogg returned to the town, which is a vast collection of heavy-looking, irregular houses, surrounded by charming gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants; and at ten o'clock they re-embarked, closely followed by the detective, who had kept them constantly in sight.
+Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes--a fruit as large as good-sized apples, of a dark-brown colour outside and a bright red within, and whose white pulp, melting in the mouth, affords gourmands a delicious sensation--was waiting for them on deck. He was only too glad to offer some mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully for them.
+At eleven o'clock the Rangoon rode out of Singapore harbour, and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca, with their forests, inhabited by the most beautifully-furred tigers in the world, were lost to view. Singapore is distant some thirteen hundred miles from the island of Hong Kong, which is a little English colony near the Chinese coast. Phileas Fogg hoped to accomplish the journey in six days, so as to be in time for the steamer which would leave on the 6th of November for Yokohama, the principal Japanese port.
+The Rangoon had a large quota of passengers, many of whom disembarked at Singapore, among them a number of Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, Malays, and Portuguese, mostly second-class travellers.
+The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with the last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the south-west, and thus aided the steamer's progress. The captain as often as possible put up his sails, and under the double action of steam and sail the vessel made rapid progress along the coasts of Anam and Cochin China.
+Owing to the defective construction of the Rangoon, however, unusual precautions became necessary in unfavourable weather; but the loss of time which resulted from this cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout out of his senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least. Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and the crew, and consigned all who were connected with the ship to the land where the pepper grows. Perhaps the thought of the gas, which was remorselessly burning at his expense in Saville Row, had something to do with his hot impatience.
+
+"You are in a great hurry, then," said Fix to him one day, "to reach Hong Kong?"
+"A very great hurry!"
+"Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for Yokohama?"
+"Terribly anxious."
+"You believe in this journey around the world, then?"
+"Absolutely. Don't you, Mr. Fix?"
+"I? I don't believe a word of it."
+"You're a sly dog!" said Passepartout, winking at him.
+This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing why. Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew not what to think. But how could Passepartout have discovered that he was a detective? Yet, in speaking as he did, the man evidently meant more than he expressed.
+Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not hold his tongue.
+"Mr. Fix," said he, in a bantering tone, "shall we be so unfortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong Kong?"
+"Why," responded Fix, a little embarrassed, "I don't know; perhaps--"
+"Ah, if you would only go on with us! An agent of the Peninsular Company, you know, can't stop on the way! You were only going to Bombay, and here you are in China. America is not far off, and from America to Europe is only a step."
+Fix looked intently at his companion, whose countenance was as serene as possible, and laughed with him. But Passepartout persisted in chaffing him by asking him if he made much by his present occupation.
+"Yes, and no," returned Fix; "there is good and bad luck in such things. But you must understand that I don't travel at my own expense."
+"Oh, I am quite sure of that!" cried Passepartout, laughing heartily.
+Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave himself up to his reflections. He was evidently suspected; somehow or other the Frenchman had found out that he was a detective. But had he told his master? What part was he playing in all this: was he an accomplice or not? Was the game, then, up? Fix spent several hours turning these things over in his mind, sometimes thinking that all was lost, then persuading himself that Fogg was ignorant of his presence, and then undecided what course it was best to take.
+Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, and at last resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout. If he did not find it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg made preparations to leave that last foothold of English territory, he, Fix, would tell Passepartout all. Either the servant was the accomplice of his master, and in this case the master knew of his operations, and he should fail; or else the servant knew nothing about the robbery, and then his interest would be to abandon the robber.
+Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Meanwhile Phileas Fogg moved about above them in the most majestic and unconscious indifference. He was passing methodically in his orbit around the world, regardless of the lesser stars which gravitated around him. Yet
+there was near by what the astronomers would call a disturbing star, which might have produced an agitation in this gentleman's heart. But no! the charms of Aouda failed to act, to Passepartout's great surprise; and the disturbances, if they existed, would have been more difficult to calculate than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of Neptune.
+It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout, who read in Aouda's eyes the depths of her gratitude to his master. Phileas Fogg, though brave and gallant, must be, he thought, quite heartless. As to the sentiment which this journey might have awakened in him, there was clearly no trace of such a thing; while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries. One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-room, and was observing the engine, when a sudden pitch of the steamer threw the screw out of the water. The steam came hissing out of the valves; and this made Passepartout indignant.
+"The valves are not sufficiently charged!" he exclaimed. "We are not going. Oh, these English! If this was an American craft, we should blow up, perhaps, but we should at all events go faster!"
+Chapter XVIII IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS
+The weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage. The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale, and retarded the steamer. The Rangoon rolled heavily and the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the wind raised before their path.
+A sort of tempest arose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel about with fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon reefed all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much, whistling and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the storm lasted.
+Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed to be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant, though a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the Yokohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of the wager. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience nor annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed to find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw him.
+Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would have been complete had the Rangoon been forced to retreat before the violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope, for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls. It mattered not that they made him sea-sick--he made no account of this inconvenience; and, whilst his body was writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful exultation.
+Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpropitious weather. Everything had gone so well till now! Earth and sea had seemed to be at his master's service; steamers and railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his journey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come from his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into obedience. Poor fellow! Fix carefully concealed from him his own satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.
+Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted, being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into his head to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew. He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could not help laughing at his impatience, with all sorts of questions. He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to last; whereupon he was referred to the barometer, which seemed to have no intention of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with no perceptible effect; for neither shaking nor maledictions could prevail upon it to change its mind.
+On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the storm lessened its violence; the wind veered southward, and was once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up with the weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the Rangoon resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, however, be regained. Land was not signalled until five o'clock on the morning of the 6th; the steamer was due on the 5th. Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behind-hand, and the Yokohama steamer would, of course, be missed.
+The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the bridge, to guide the Rangoon through the channels to the port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished to preserve the spark of hope, which still remained till the last moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix who--the sly rascal!--tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would be in time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passepartout in a passion.
+Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.
+"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot.
+"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any astonishment.
+Passepartout, who heard what passed, would willingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his neck.
+"What is the steamer's name?" asked Mr. Fogg.

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+Passepartout intusschen, op de onderste takken gezeten, peinsde over een plan, dat reeds terstond bij hem was opgerezen en telkens in zijn geest terugkeerde, zoodat hij het niet meer van zich kon zetten.
+Eerst had hij tot zich zelven gezegd, dat het eene dwaasheid zou zijn; toen vroeg hij zich af, waarom hij het niet zou wagen; het was in ieder geval een kans, misschien wel de eenige, en die wezens waren zoo dom....
+Passepartout deelde zijn plan niet mede, maar weldra klauterde hij met de lenigheid van een slang in de onderste takken, welker uiteinden den grond raakten.
+De uren verliepen en weldra zag men een lichten gloed in de verte. Het was de dageraad. In de omgeving bleef alles nog donker.
+Het gewichtige oogenblik was daar. De sluimerende menigte verrees plotseling van den grond. Er kwam leven en beweging in de groepen. De tam-tam werd geslagen en het zingen begon weder. Het uur was gekomen, waarop de ongelukkige sterven moest.
+Weldra werden de poorten van den tempel geopend. Een fel licht straalde naar buiten. Fogg en Cromarty zagen het slachtoffer door het volle schijnsel der toortsen bestraald; twee priesters sleepten haar mede. Het scheen hun zelfs toe, dat door een laatste instinct van zelfbehoud, de rampzalige uit hare verdooving ontwaakte en trachtte te vluchten. Het hart van sir Francis dreigde te barsten en zenuwachtig greep hij de hand van Phileas Fogg; hij voelde dat die hand een mes omklemd hield. Op dit oogenblik zette de stoet zich in beweging. De jeugdige vrouw was weder in een staat van verdooving geraakt, door den damp der hennep teweeggebracht. Zij werd tusschen de fakirs door gedragen, terwijl deze hunne godsdienstige liederen zongen.
+Phileas Fogg en zijne metgezellen sloten zich bij de laatste gelederen aan en volgden. Twee minuten daarna kwamen zij aan den oever der rivier en hielden stand op vijftig schreden van den brandstapel, waarop het lijk van den rajah lag. In de schemering zagen zij het roerlooze slachtoffer neergelegd naast het zielloos overschot van haar echtgenoot.
+Een der priesters naderde met eene toorts, en bijna onmiddellijk stond de met olie doortrokken houtstapel in volle vlam. Op dat oogenblik hielden sir Francis Cromarty en de gids Phileas Fogg tegen, die in waanzinnigen moed zich op den brandstapel wilde werpen. Reeds stootte hij hen van zich af, toen plotseling het tooneel een geheel ander aanzien kreeg. Een kreet van schrik steeg uit aller mond. De gansene menigte wierp zich, in de grootste ontzetting, ter aarde.
+De oude rajah was dan niet dood? Men zag hoe hij plotseling overeind rees, zijne gade in de armen nam en als een schim van den brandstapel verdween, te midden van de vlammen en de rookwolken.
+De fakirs, de lijfwachten, de priesters, aan vrees en schrik ter prooi, lagen met het gelaat op den grond en durfden niet opzien naar dit wonder.
+Het roerlooze slachtoffer werd weggedragen door een paar krachtige armen, die haar gewicht niet schenen te gevoelen. De heeren Fogg en Cromarty waren blijven staan. De Parsi had het hoofd gebogen en Passepartout was zeker niet minder verbaasd.
+De uit den dood verrezene had de plaats bereikt waar de heeren Fogg en Cromarty zich bevonden en op stroeven toon zeide hij:
+"Vooruit!" Het was Passepartout zelf, die den brandstapel had bestegen te midden van den dikken rook en de vrouw ontrukt had aan een wissen dood.
+Een oogenblik later waren alle vier in het bosch verdwenen en de olifant rende in snellen draf voort. Maar een luid geschreeuw en zelfs een kogel, die den hoed van Phileas Fogg doorboorde, getuigden, dat de list ontdekt was.
+Op den brandstapel lag nog altijd het lijk van den ouden rajah en de priesters, van hunne ontsteltenis bekomen, begrepen dat een onbeschaamde roof was gepleegd. Zij ijlden, gevolgd door de wachters, de vluchtenden na. Men schoot op hen, maar de europeanen reden te snel en in weinige oogenblikken waren zij buiten het bereik der pijlen en kogels.
+VEERTIENDE HOOFDSTUK. Waarin Phileas Fogg het prachtige dal van den Ganges doortrekt, zonder er in het minst aan te denken om dit te bezichtigen.
+Men was in de stoutmoedige schaking gelukkig geslaagd. Een uur lang juichte Passepartout nog over het gelukken van het plan. Sir Francis Cromarty had den onverschrokken knecht de hand gedrukt. Zijn meester had tot hem gezegd: "Goed," wat in den mond van dezen gentleman gelijk stond met de vleiendste loftuiting. Passepartout had daarop geantwoord, dat al de eer van de onderneming aan zijn meester toekwam. Voor zich zelf had hij één "dwaze" gedachte gehad, en hij lachte er om als hij naging, dat hij, Passepartout, oud-sergeant bij de pompiers, een oogenblik de weduwnaar was geweest van eene schoone, jonge vrouw, de weduwe van een gebalsemden rajah.
+Wat de jeugdige hindoesche aangaat, zij had zich volstrekt geen rekenschap kunnen geven van hetgeen er gebeurd was. In een paar reisdekens gewikkeld, lag zij nu in een der manden neder. De olifant met beleid door den Parsi bestuurd, draafde middelerwijl zoo snel mogelijk door het duistere bosch. Een uur na het verlaten van den afgodstempel van Pillaji rende hij over een onmetelijke vlakte. Ten zeven ure hield men halt. Aouda was nog altoos bewusteloos. De gids liet haar een teug water met brandewijn drinken, maar de staat van bedwelming duurde nog geruimen tijd voort.
+Sir Francis Cromarty, die de werking der inademing van hennep kende, was volstrekt niet ongerust. Maar zoo al het herstel der jeugdige hindoesche den generaal niet bezorgd maakte, minder gerust was hij omtrent hare toekomst. Hij deelde onbewimpeld aan Phileas Fogg mede, dat zoo mevrouw Aouda in Indië bleef, zij ongetwijfeld weder in de handen harer beulen zou vallen. Deze stonden over het geheele schiereiland met elkander in betrekking, en zeker zouden ze, ondanks de engelsche politie, zich weder van hun slachtoffer weten meester te maken, te Madras even goed als te Bombay of Calcutta. Tot staving van zijne bewering deelde Francis een feit van denzelfden aard mede, dat nog pas geleden had plaats gehad. Volgens hem zou de vrouw niet veilig zijn voor zij Indië had verlaten.
+Phileas Fogg antwoordde dat hij deze waarschuwing niet vergeten zou en over de zaak zou nadenken.
+Ten tien ure verwittigde de gids de heeren, dat zij te Allahabad waren. Daar ving de spoorweg weder aan en van dit station kon men in minder dan een etmaal Calcutta bereiken. Phileas Fogg zou dus tijdig genoeg aankomen voor de mailboot die eerst des anderen daags, 25 October, des middags naar Hong-Kong vertrekt. Men bracht de indische dame in eene kamer van het station en Passepartout werd belast met den aankoop van al hetgeen zij voor haar toilet behoefde. Zijn meester verleende hem onbeperkt crediet.
+Passepartout begaf zich aanstonds op weg en doorkruiste de stad. Allahabad, stad van God, is een der heiligste steden van Indië, omdat zij gebouwd is aan de samenvloeiing van de heilige stroomen, de Ganges en de Jumna, naar wier wateren de bewoners van het schiereiland ter bedevaart opgaan. Men weet bovendien, dat, volgens de legenden van de Ramayana, de Ganges zijn oorsprong neemt in den hemel, van waar de goedertierenheid van Brahma hem naar de aarde zendt.
+De boodschappen, welke Passepartout te verrichten had, stelden hem in de gelegenheid de stad te zien, welke voorheen beschermd werd door een prachtig fort, dat nu tot staatsgevangenis dient. Thans is er nijverheid noch handel in deze stad, waar voorheen de eene zoowel als de andere bloeide. Passepartout, die te vergeefs een modemagazijn zocht alsof hij in Regent-street was, in de nabijheid van Farmer & Co. vond slechts bij een uitdrager, een ouden inhaligen Europeaan, de voorwerpen, welke hij noodig had, een schotsch rokje, een grooten mantel en een prachtigen pels van bevervel, waarvoor hij niet aarzelde vijf en zeventig pond te betalen. Toen keerde hij met de grootste voldoening naar het station terug.
+Mevrouw Aouda kwam langzamerhand tot haar zelve. De invloed waaronder zij door de priesters van Pillaji gebracht was, verdween en haar schoone oogen kregen weer haar indische zachtheid terug.
+Als de dichterlijke koning Ucaf Uddarel de bekoorlijkheden van koningin Ahmehnagara bezingt, drukt hij zich aldus uit:
+"Hare glanzende haren, in twee regelmatige deelen gescheiden, vormen een lijst om de volmaakt harmonische trekken van hare zachte, blanke wangen, schitterend van reinheid en frischheid. Hare effen zwarte wenkbrauwen hebben den vorm en de kracht van den boog van Kamas, den god der liefde, en onder hare lange zijden oogwimpers om den donkeren appel harer groote doorschijnende oogen, zwemmen als in de heilige muren van den Himalaya, de reinste beelden van het hemelsche licht. Fijn, effen en wit zijn hare tanden, die schitteren tusschen de glimlachende lippen als dauwdroppelen in de half ontloken kelk van de grenaatbloem. Hare kleine ooren met symetrische lijnen, hare roode handjes, hare kleine ronde voeten zijn als de knoppen van den lotus, en prijken met den gloed der schoonste paarlen van Ceylon, der prachtigste diamanten van Golconda. De tengere, buigzame gestalte, die eene hand omsluiten kan, verhoogt den edelen vorm van hare ronde heupen en den rijkdom van haar boezem waar de jeugd in vollen bloei haar hoogste schatten ten toon spreidt, en onder de zijden plooien harer tuniek schijnt zij uit zuiver zilver gedreven door de goddelijke hand van Vivcacarma, den eeuwigen beeldhouwer." Met andere woorden en ontdaan van al deze dichterlijke beelden: Mevrouw Aouda, de weduwe van een rajah uit Bundelkund, was eene schoone vrouw in de volle beteekenis des woords en ook volgens europeesche begrippen. Zij sprak zeer goed engelsch en de gids had niet overdreven toen hij zeide dat deze jonge hindoesche door hare opvoeding geheel veranderd was.
+Intusschen stond de trein gereed om het station van Allahabad te verlaten. De Parsi wachtte, Fogg rekende met hem af, en betaalde den overeengekomen prijs zonder hem een stuiver te veel te geven.
+Dit verwonderde Passepartout een weinig, daar hij wist al wat zijn meester aan den gids te danken had. De Parsi had inderdaad vrijwillig zijn leven voor dat van Aouda opgeofferd, en zoo de hindoes dit later te weten kwamen, zou het hem zeer moeielijk zijn om hunne wraak te ontkomen. Ook bleef de vraag nog over wat men met Kiouni, een zoo duurgekochten olifant zou doen? Maar Phileas Fogg had te dien opzichte reeds een besluit genomen.
+"Parsi," zeide hij tot den gids, "gij hebt mij goed en trouw geholpen. Ik heb uwe diensten beloond maar niet uwe toewijding. Wilt gij den olifant hebben? Hij is voor u."
+De oogen van den gids glinsterden.
+"Dat is een gansch vermogen, dat uwe edelheid mij geeft!" riep hij uit.
+"Neem het aan," antwoordde Fogg, "ik blijf toch altijd uw schuldenaar."
+"Mij is het wel!" riep Passepartout. "Neem hem, vriend Parsi! Kiouni is een dapper en moedig beest!" En naar het dier toegaande gaf hij het eenige klontjes suiker, met de woorden: "Daar Kiouni, pak maar aan."
+"De olifant liet eenig gebrom van goedkeuring hooren; toen nam hij Passepartout bij zijn gordel en hem met zijn snuit omvattende, lichtte hij hem tot aan zijn kop op. Passepartout was volstrekt niet verschrikt, liefkoosde het dier eens, dat hem zachtjes weder op den grond plaatste, greep de punt van den snuit van Kiouni met zijn hand en drukte die hartelijk om zijne omhelzing te beantwoorden.
+Eenige oogenblikken later waren Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty en Passepartout in een gemakkelijken waggon gezeten, waarvan mevrouw Aouda de beste plaats bezette, en spoorden met groote snelheid naar Benares, ongeveer tachtig mijlen van Allahabad verwijderd, welken afstand men in twee uur moest afleggen. Gedurende dezen tocht kwam de jonge vrouw geheel tot haar zelve. De bedwelmende dampen van den hennep waren vervlogen.
+Hoe groot was haar verbazing toen zij bemerkte dat zij in een trein zat, in een waggon, omringd van personen in europeesche kleederdracht en die haar allen geheel onbekend waren. Terstond overlaadden hare reisgezellen haar met allerlei voorkomendheden en kleine diensten en verkwikten haar met eenige druppels likeur. Daarop verhaalde de generaal haar al hetgeen met haar was voorgevallen. Hij prees vooral de toewijding van Phileas Fogg, die niet geaarzeld had zijn leven te wagen om het hare te redden, en zeide, dat zij de ontknooping van het avontuur aan den stouten inval van Passepartout te danken had. Fogg liet hem dit alles vertellen, zonder een woord te zeggen. Passepartout was zeer verlegen en herhaalde onophoudelijk dat het de moeite niet waard was!
+Mevrouw Aouda dankte hare redders met aandoening, meer nog door hare tranen dan door hare woorden. Hare schoone oogen, meer dan haar lippen, waren de tolken harer dankbaarheid. Toen, denkende aan hetgeen voorgevallen was met de sutty, zag zij in hare verbeelding Indië weder vóór zich, waar nog zoovele gevaren haar wachten, en zij werd door eene huivering van schrik bevangen.
+Phileas Fog begreep wat er in de ziel van mevrouw Aouda omging, en bood haar, om haar gerust te stellen, op zeer eenvoudigen toon aan, haar naar Hong-Kong te brengen, waar zij kon blijven tot de zaak geheel uit de wereld zou zijn. Mevrouw Aouda nam dit aanbod met dankbaarheid aan. Te Hong-Kong woonde juist een harer bloedverwanten, een Parsi zooals zij, en een van de grootste handelaren van de stad, die geheel engelsch is, ofschoon zij op een uithoek van de chineesche kust is gelegen.
+Te half een kwam de trein te Benares aan. De brahmaansche legenden zeggen dat deze stad de plaats van het oude Casi inneemt, dat vroeger in de lucht hing tusschen het zenith en den nadir, evenals het graf van Mahomed. Maar in dezen materiëelen tijd rust Benares, het Athene van Indië, zooals de Oosterschen het noemen, zeer prozaïsch op den grond, en Passepartout kon een oogenblik deze huizen van gebakken steen en kleihutten beschouwen, die het zulk een treurig aanzien schenken, zonder eenige locale kleur er aan te geven.
+Hier moest Sir Francis Cromarty blijven. De troepen, waartoe hij behoorde, waren op eenige mijlen noordelijk van deze stad gekampeerd. De generaal nam van Phileas Fogg afscheid, hem in alle opzichten het beste toewenschende met de bede, dat, zoo hij deze reis weer eens ondernam, zij minder zonderling, maar daarentegen voordeeliger mocht wezen. Fogg drukte even de vingers van zijn reisgezel. Het afscheid van mevrouw Aouda ging teederder in zijn werk. Nooit zou zij vergeten wat zij aan sir Francis Cromarty te danken had. Passepartout werd door den generaal vereerd met een stevigen handdruk. Zeer geroerd, vroeg hij zich af, waar en wanneer hij zich toch eens voor hem zou kunnen opofferen. Toen scheidde men.
+Van Benares af volgt de spoorweg het dal van den Ganges. Door de raampjes van den waggon kon men, bij vrij helder weer, het afwisselend landschap van Behar gadeslaan, de begroeide bergen, de velden met maïs en tarwe en gerst bebouwd, de rivieren en meren met groene alligators, de goed onderhouden dorpen en de nog lommerrijke bosschen. Eenige olifanten en een aantal zebu's met hooge bulten baadden zich in de wateren van den heiligen stroom, en niettegenstaande het reeds ver gevorderde jaargetijde en de koude dagen, volbrachten de Hindoes van beide seksen hunne heilige afwasschingen. Deze geloovigen, verklaarde vijanden van het boedhisme, zijn ijverige aanhangers van den brahmaanschen godsdienst, die belichaamd is in drie personen: Vishnoe, den zonnegod, Shiva, de verpersoonlijking der natuurkrachten, en Brahma, den opperheer van priesters en wetgevers. Maar Brahma, Vishnoe en Shiva, met welk oog zullen zij dit geheel britsch geworden Indië beschouwen, wanneer een stoomboot dreunend de wateren van den heiligen Ganges beroert, de meeuwen, welke over hare oppervlakte vliegen, opjagende, en de schildpadden, die langs zijne oevers kruipen, verschrikkende, en even zoo de vromen, die aan weerszijden van zijne oevers verspreid zijn.
+Dit geheele panorama ging bliksemsnel voor hen voorbij, en dikwijls verborg een dikke witte rookwolk nog vele bijzonderheden van het landschap. Ter nauwernood konden de reizigers het fort van Chunar bespeuren, ongeveer twintig mijlen ten zuidoosten van Benares gelegen, een oude sterkte der rajahs van Behar; Chazepore met zijn belangrijke fabrieken van rozenwater, de graftombe van lord Cornwallis, die zich op den rechteroever van de Ganges verheft; de versterkte stad Buxar; Patna, een aanzienlijke fabrieks- en handelsstad, waar de grootste markt van opium uit geheel Indië wordt gehouden; Monghir, een geheel europeesche stad, engelsch als Birmingham en Manchester, beroemd om zijne ijzersmelterijen, zijn smidswerken en wapenen, en welks hooge schoorsteenen met hun zwarten rook den hemel van Brahma bezoedelen en aan het land der droomen al zijn poëzie ontnemen.
+Eindelijk kwam de nacht, en onder het gebrul der vluchtende tijgers en wolven, ging de trein in volle snelheid voort. Men zag niets meer van de wonderen van Bengalen, noch Golconda, noch het vervallen Gora, noch Murshedabad, dat de vroegere hoofdstad was, Burdwan, nog Hougly, noch Chandernagor, dat aan de Franschen behoort, en waarop Passepartout trotsch zou zijn geweest de Fransche vlag te zien wapperen.
+Te acht ure eindelijk had men Calcutta bereikt. De mailboot voor Hong-Kong lichtte het anker eerst ten twaalf uur.
+Phileas Fogg had dus nog vier uur voor zich. Volgens zijn reisboek moest hij den 25en October in de hoofdstad van Indië aankomen, drie en twintig dagen na het verlaten van Londen, en hij was er ook op den bepaalden dag. Hij was noch vóór, noch ten achteren. Ongelukkigerwijze waren de twee dagen, welke hij tusschen Londen en Bombay gewonnen had, verloren gegaan, men weet hoe, bij het doortrekken van het indische schiereiland, maar men mag aannemen dat Phileas Fogg daar geen spijt van had.
+VIJFTIENDE HOOFDSTUK. Waarin de zak met banknoten weder met eenige duizenden ponden sterling vermindert.
+De trein had aan het station opgehouden. Passepartout stapte het eerst uit den waggon, en werd door Fogg gevolgd, die zijne jeugdige reisgezellin bij het uitstijgen behulpzaam was. Phileas Fogg was van plan om terstond naar de mailboot voor Hong-Kong te gaan, ten einde mevrouw Aouda daar zoo gemakkelijk mogelijk te installeeren, want hij wilde niet van haar scheiden, zoolang zij vertoefde in een land, dat zoo gevaarlijk voor haar was.
+Op het oogenblik dat Fogg het station zou verlaten, naderde hem een agent van politie met de woorden: "Mijnheer Phileas Fogg?"
+"Die ben ik."
+"En deze man is uw bediende?" vroeg de agent verder, op Passepartout wijzende.
+"Ja."
+"Wil mij dan beiden volgen."
+Fogg's houding liet niet de minste verbazing blijken. De agent was een vertegenwoordiger van de wet, en voor iederen engelschman is de wet heilig. Passepartout, met zijne fransche gewoonten, wilde er iets tegen inbrengen, maar de agent raakte hem even met zijn stokje aan, en Phileas Fogg wenkte hem dat hij zou gehoorzamen.
+"Kan deze jonge dame ons vergezellen?" vroeg Fogg.
+"Dat kan zij," antwoordde de agent.
+De agent geleidde Fogg, Aouda en Passepartout naar een palkighari, eene soort van rijtuig op vier wielen met twee paarden bespannen, waarin ruimte voor vier personen was. Men reed weg; niemand sprak gedurende den rit, welke twintig minuten duurde. Het rijtuig reed eerst door de stad der inlanders met hare hooge nauwe straten en hutten, waarin eene cosmopolitische bevolking zoo vuil en haveloos mogelijk wemelde; vervolgens door de europeesche stad, met huizen van gebakken steen, beschaduwd door kokosboomen en omringd door een bosch van masten. Ondanks den vroegen morgen doorkruisten reeds vele rijtuigen en voorname ruiters de straten.
+De palkighari hield stil voor een gebouw met een onaanzienlijk voorkomen, maar dat toch blijkbaar geen particulier huis was. De agent deed hier zijne gevangenen uitstijgen--men kon hun inderdaad dezen naam wel geven--en bracht hen toen naar een kamer met getraliede vensters, terwijl hij hun toevoegde: "Om half negen zult gij voor den rechter verschijnen."
+Daarop verwijderde hij zich en sloot de deur.
+"Mooi zoo! Wij zijn gevangen!" riep Passepartout, zich op een stoel werpende.
+Mevrouw Aouda richtte zich terstond tot Fogg, en zeide met eene stem, waarin zij kwalijk hare aandoening kon verbergen: "Mijnheer, gij moet mij aan mijn lot overlaten! Ik ben de oorzaak dat ge vervolgd wordt, omdat gij mij hebt willen redden!"
+Phileas Fogg zeide slechts dat dit onmogelijk was. Vervolgd te worden wegens die zaak van de sutty was niet denkbaar. Hoe zouden de aanklagers zich kunnen aanmelden! Er had een vergissing plaats! Fogg voegde er bij, dat hij in geen geval de jonge vrouw zou verlaten, en dat hij haar naar Hong-Kong zou brengen.
+"Maar de boot vertrekt ten twaalf ure!" merkte Passepartout op.
+"Vóór twaalf ure zullen wij aan boord zijn," antwoordde Fogg kalm.
+Dit werd op zulk een beslissenden toon gezegd, dat Passepartout niet kon nalaten bij zich zelven te denken: "Nu dat is dus zeker? Vóór twaalf uur zullen wij aan boord zijn!" Maar toch was hij nog maar half gerustgesteld.
+Tegen half negen ging de deur der kamer open. De agent van politie trad weder binnen en bracht zijne gevangenen in een ander vertrek. Dit was de rechtszaal en een tamelijk groot publiek van Europeanen en inboorlingen was reeds tegenwoordig.
+Fogg, Aouda en Passepartout zetten zich op een bank tegenover de zetels van den magistraat en den griffier. De magistraat, de heer Obadiah, kwam terstond daarop binnen, gevolgd door den griffier. Hij was een groot, gezet man. Hij nam een pruik van een spijker aan den wand en zette die op.
+"De eerste zaak," begon hij. Maar zijne hand aan zijn hoofd brengende, riep hij terstond:
+"Hé! Dat is mijn pruik niet!" "Inderdaad, het is de mijne," antwoordde de griffier.
+"Waarde mijnheer Oysterpuf, hoe kunt gij meenen dat een rechter een goed vonnis zou kunnen vellen met de pruik van den griffier!"
+Men verwisselde toen de pruiken. Onder deze voorbereidende maatregelen kookte het bloed van Passepartout, want het scheen hem toe, dat de wijzer der klok ontzaglijk snel ging.
+"De eerste zaak," sprak de rechter Obadiah weder.
+"Phileas Fogg," zeide de griffier Oysterpuf.
+"Present," antwoordde de heer Fogg.
+"Passepartout?"
+"Present," herhaalde Passepartout.
+"In orde," zeide de rechter Obadiah. "Al twee dagen lang wordt op alle treinen, die van Bombay komen, naar u gezocht."
+"En waar beschuldigt men ons dan van?" vroeg Passepartout ongeduldig.
+"Dat zult gij aanstonds vernemen," antwoordde de rechter.
+"Mijnheer," zeide Fogg toen, "ik ben britsch onderdaan, en ik heb recht...."
+"Zijn uwe rechten in eenig opzicht gekrenkt?" vroeg Obadiah.
+"Volstrekt niet."
+"Goed. Laat dan de aanklagers binnen komen."
+Op een wenk van den rechter werd eene deur geopend en drie hindoesche priesters werden door den deurwaarder binnen geleid.
+"Juist. Net zoo als ik dacht," prevelde Passepartout, "dat zijn de kerels, welke de Indische dame wilden verbranden."
+De priesters plaatsten zich vóór den rechter en de griffier las met luider stem eene aanklacht wegens heiligschennis tegen Phileas Fogg en zijn bediende, beschuldigd een gebouw te hebben ontwijd, dat voor de eeredienst van Brahma bestemd was.
+"Hebt gij het gehoord?" vroeg de rechter aan Phileas Fogg.
+"Ja, mijnheer," antwoordde Fogg, op zijn horloge ziende, "en ik beken."
+"O zoo! gij bekent?...."
+"Ik beken en verwacht dat deze drie priesters op hunne beurt bekennen zullen, wat zij wilden doen in de pagode van Pillaji."
+De priesters keken elkander aan. Zij schenen niets te begrijpen van de woorden van den beschuldigde.
+"Ongetwijfeld," riep Passepartout driftig, "in die pagode van Pillaji, waar zij hun slachtoffer wilden verbranden!"
+Nieuwe verbazing der priesters, en diepe verbazing van den rechter Obadiah.
+"Welk slachtoffer?" vroeg hij. "Wie wilden zij verbranden in het hartje van Bombay?"
+"Bombay!" riep Passepartout.
+"Zeker. Er is hier geen sprake van de pagode van Pillaji, maar van de pagode van Malabarhill te Bombay."
+"En als bewijs zijn hier de schoenen van den heiligschenner," zeide de griffier, terwijl hij een paar schoenen op zijn lessenaar zette.
+"Mijne schoenen!" riep Passepartout uit, die in de hoogste mate verbaasd, dezen onwillekeurigen uitroep niet kon weerhouden.
+Men kan de ontsteltenis begrijpen, die bij meester en knecht te weeg was gebracht. Het voorval in de pagode van Bombay hadden zij al lang vergeten, en dit was het toch dat hen voor den magistraat van Calcutta bracht.
+De agent Fix had terstond al het voordeel begrepen, dat hij uit deze ongelukkige zaak kon trekken. Zijn vertrek twaalf uren uitstellende, had hij zich tot raadsman opgeworpen van de priesters van Malabarhill; hij had hun eene aanzienlijke schadeloosstelling beloofd, daar hij wel wist dat het engelsche gouvernement zulk eene overtreding zeer zwaar strafte; daarop had hij hen met den volgenden trein de heiligschenners nagezonden. Maar, daar deze veel tijd hadden besteed om de jonge weduwe te redden, waren Fix en de hindoes vóór Fogg en zijn bediende te Calcutta aangekomen, en de magistraten waren door telegrammen verzocht, om hen reeds bij het uitstijgen uit den trein in hechtenis te doen nemen. Men kan begrijpen, hoe groot de teleurstelling van Fix was, toen hij vernam dat Phileas Fogg nog niet in de hoofdstad van Indië was aangekomen. Hij moest wel gelooven dat zijn dief den Peninsular spoorweg had verlaten en zich verborgen hield in een van de noordelijke provinciën. Vier en twintig uren lang verkeerde Fix in doodelijken angst en bespiedde hij het station. Groot was zijne vreugde, toen hij dezen zelfden morgen hem uit den waggon zag stappen, in gezelschap bovendien van een jonge vrouw, van wier tegenwoordigheid hij zich geen rekenschap kon geven. Oogenblikkelijk zond hij een agent van politie op hem af, en dit was de oorzaak dat Fogg, Passepartout en de weduwe van den rajah van Bundelkund voor den rechter Obadiah gebracht werden.
+Zoo Passepartout minder vervuld ware geweest met zijn eigene zaak, dan zou hij opgemerkt hebben, dat in een hoekje van de gerechtszaal de detective gezeten was, die het geding met een licht te begrijpen belangstelling volgde; want zoowel te Calcutta, als te Bombay en te Suez, had hij het bevel van inhechtenisneming nog niet ontvangen.
+Intusschen had Obadiah akte genomen van de bekentenis van Passepartout, die wel alles wat hij bezat had willen geven, om zijne onvoorzichtige woorden terug te nemen.
+"Is het feit erkend?" vroeg de rechter.
+"Erkend," antwoordde Fogg kalm.
+"Overwegende," hernam de rechter, "dat de engelsche wet alle godsdiensten in Indië even nauwgezet wil beschermen en het misdrijf door genoemden Passepartout erkend is en van dezen alzoo bewezen is dat hij den drempel van den afgodstempel van Malabarhill te Bombay met een heiligschennenden voet heeft betreden op den 20en October, wordt meergemelde Passepartout veroordeeld tot vijf dagen gevangenisstraf en een boete van driehonderd pond."
+"Drie honderd pond!" riep Passepartout uit, die slechts ooren had voor de boete.
+"Stilte!" riep de deurwaarder met krijschende stem.
+"En," voegde de rechter Obadiah er bij, "overwegende dat het niet bewezen is, dat de meester niet medeplichtig was aan het misdrijf van den bediende, maar dat in allen gevalle deze aansprakelijk moet worden gesteld voor de daden en bewegingen van een bediende, welke van hem zijn loon ontvangt, wordt aan Phileas Fogg niet veroorloofd te vertrekken en wordt hij veroordeeld tot een gevangenisstraf van acht dagen en een boete van honderd vijftig pond. Griffier de volgende zaak!"
+Fix had, in zijn hoek gezeten, met een onuitsprekelijk genoegen Phileas Fogg hooren veroordeelen tot acht dagen gevangenisstraf te Calcutta. Dat was langer tijd dan noodig was om het bevel tot in hechtenisneming te ontvangen. Passepartout was geheel verpletterd. De veroordeeling deed zijn meester diens geheele fortuin verliezen. Een weddenschap van twintig duizend pond verloren, alleen omdat hij als een echte slenteraar dien verwenschten afgodstempel van Malabarhill binnengetreden was!
+Phileas Fogg bleef zoo geheel meester over zich zelven alsof hem de veroordeeling volstrekt niet aanging. Ja, hij fronste zelfs zijn wenkbrauwen niet. Maar op het oogenblik dat de griffier een andere zaak zou roepen, richtte hij zich op met de woorden: "Ik bied borgtocht aan."
+"Dat is uw recht," antwoordde de rechter.
+Fix dacht dat hij door den grond zou zinken, maar hij herstelde zich weer spoedig, toen hij vernam wat de rechter zeide. "Overwegende dat Phileas Fogg en zijn bediende vreemdelingen zijn, wordt borgtocht voor ieder gesteld op de aanzienlijke som van duizend pond." Twee duizend pond moest het Fogg kosten, zoo hij met zijne veroordeeling geen vrede nam.
+"Ik betaal," zeide de gentleman, en haalde uit den zak, dien Passepartout droeg, een pak banknoten, dat hij op den lessenaar van den griffier legde. "Dit geld zal u in staat stellen om de gevangenis te ontloopen," zeide de rechter. "Gij zijt intusschen vrij onder borgtocht."
+"Ga mee," zeide Fogg tot zijn knecht.
+"Als zij mij ten minste mijne schoenen maar teruggeven! zeide Passepartout woedend.
+Men gaf hem zijne schoenen terug. Een duur paar schoenen! mompelde hij. Elk meer dan duizend pond! En dan komt er nog bij dat zij mij klemmen!
+Toen volgde hij zeer neerslachtig Fogg, die mevrouw Aouda zijn arm had geboden. Fix hoopte altijd nog dat zijn dief nooit besluiten zou om die twee duizend pond te betalen, maar liever voor acht dagen in de gevangenis zou gaan. Hij volgde Fogg dus op den voet. Deze, mevrouw Aouda en Passepartout, stegen terstond in een rijtuig. Fix liep het na en zag dat het weldra op de kade stilhield.
+Op een halve mijl afstand van de kust lag de Rangoon voor anker; haar vlag was ten teeken van vertrek boven in den mast geheschen. Het sloeg elf uur, Fogg was dus nog een uur vóór. Fix zag hem uit het rijtuig stijgen en in een bootje gaan met mevrouw Aouda en zijn knecht. De detective stampvoette.
+"De deugniet!" riep hij, "hij reist toch weg! Twee duizend pond opgeofferd! Hij is zoo verkwistend als een dief. Ik zal hem toch in mijn macht krijgen, al was het ook aan het einde van de wereld; maar als hij zoo voortgaat, zal ik al het geld van den diefstal er bij inschieten."
+De inspecteur van politie was geheel ter prooi aan deze gedachten. En waarlijk sedert hij Londen had verlaten, had Phileas Fogg, zoowel aan reiskosten als fooien, den koop van den olifant, de borgtochten en de boeten, reeds meer dan vijfduizend pond besteed en de zooveel percent van de teruggevonden som, welke toegekend wordt aan den detective, verminderde voortdurend.
+ZESTIENDE HOOFDSTUK. Waarin Fix het doet voorkomen niets te weten van de zaken, waarover men hem spreekt.
+De Rangoon, een der mailbooten van de P. en O. Compagnie, die de Chineesche en Japansche zeeën bevaart, evenaarde de Mongolia in snelheid, maar niet in goede inrichting. Mevrouw Aouda had hier dan ook niet zulk een goede plaats bekomen, als Fogg wel gewenscht had. Maar het was slechts een tocht van elf of twaalf dagen en de jeugdige vrouw was geen lastige reisgezellin.
+Gedurende de eerste dagen van dezen overtocht maakte Aouda nadere kennis met Fogg. Bij elke gelegenheid betoonde zij hem de grootste dankbaarheid. De flegmatieke gentleman hoorde haar, althans oogenschijnlijk, met de meeste kalmte aan, zonder dat eenig woord of gebaar de minste aandoening verried. Hij zorgde altijd dat het de jonge vrouw aan niets ontbrak. Op bepaalde uren kwam hij bij haar, zoo niet om tot haar te spreken, dan toch om naar haar te luisteren. Hij nam jegens haar de grootste beleefdheid in acht, maar met het bevallige en werktuigelijke van een automaat, wiens bewegingen geheel voor dit doel waren ingericht. Mevrouw Aouda wist niet wat zij er van denken moest, maar Passepartout had haar eenigszins ingelicht omtrent het zonderlinge karakter van zijn meester. Hij vertelde haar ook welke weddenschap dezen de reis om de wereld deed maken. Mevrouw Aouda had er om geglimlacht, maar in elk geval had zij haar leven aan hem te danken, en haar redder kon in hare achting niet dalen, daar zij hem steeds door de oogen harer dankbaarheid zag.
+Mevrouw Aouda bevestigde het verhaal, dat de hindoesche gids van hare treurige geschiedenis gedaan had. Zij behoorde inderdaad tot het ras, dat de eerste plaats inneemt onder de Indische volksstammen. Vele parsische hoofden hebben groote zaken in Indië in den katoenhandel gedaan. Een van hen, Sir James Jejeebhoy, was door het Engelsche Gouvernement tot den adelstand verheven, en mevrouw Aouda was familie van dezen rijken koopman, die te Bombay woonde. Zij was zelfs een nicht van sir Jejeebhoy, den achtbaren Jejeeb, dien zij te Hong-Kong hoopte aan te treffen. Zou zij bij hem een toevluchtsoord en hulp vinden? Zij was er niet zeker van. Op dezen twijfel antwoordde Fogg, dat zij zich daarover niet ongerust moest maken en dat alles zich wel schikken zou. Dit was altijd zijn laatste woord. Begreep de jonge vrouw dit raadselachtige woord? Wie zal het zeggen? Altijd vestigde zij op Fogg hare groote oogen, vochtig als de heilige meren van den Himalaya. Maar de onhandelbare Fogg, nog geslotener dan ooit, scheen de man niet om zich in dit meer te werpen.
+Het eerste gedeelte van den overtocht met den Rangoon had plaats onder de gunstigste omstandigheden. Het weer was kalm en dit geheele gedeelte van de onmetelijke baai, welke de zeelieden de Golf van Bengalen noemen, was zeer ten voordeele van de snelheid der mailboot. Weldra was de Rangoon in het gezicht van den grooten Andaman-achtigen berg de Saddle-Peak, welke eene hoogte heeft van tweeduizend vierhonderd voet, en tot signaal strekt voor de schepen.
+Men volgde de kust op korteren afstand, maar de wilde Papoea's, die het eiland bewonen, vertoonden zich niet. Die volksstam staat op het laagste standpunt van beschaving, maar men pleegt onrecht, wanneer men hen onder de menscheneters rangschikt.
+Het panorama, dat deze eilanden opleverden, was prachtig. Onmetelijke bosschen van palmboomen, arers, bamboes, muskaatboomen, teaks, djattiboomen, reusachtige slingerplanten en varen, bedekten den voorgrond, terwijl de achtergrond gevormd werd door de bevallige lijnen van het gebergte. Langs de kust wemelde het van oeverzwaluwen, wier nesten eetbaar zijn en een geliefkoosd gerecht uitmaken in het Hemelsche Rijk. Maar dit landschap vol afwisseling, dat de Andamannische Eilanden opleveren, was spoedig voorbij en de Rangoon naderde snel de straat van Malakka, waardoor men in de Chineesche Zee komt.
+Wat deed gedurende dezen overtocht de inspecteur Fix, die zoo ongelukkig was medegesleept op de reis om de wereld? Bij het vertrek uit Calcutta had hij zich op de Rangoon kunnen begeven, zonder door Passepartout te worden opgemerkt, en hij hoopte verborgen te blijven totdat de mailboot Hong-Kong zou hebben bereikt. Het zou hem dan ook inderdaad moeielijk zijn gevallen om de oorzaak te verklaren waarom hij zich aan boord bevond, zonder de achterdocht te wekken van Passepartout, die hem nog te Bombay waande. Maar de omstandigheden brachten mede dat hij de kennis met Foggs bediende vernieuwde.
+Al de hoop van den inspecteur van politie was thans op één punt van de wereld gevestigd, op Hong-Kong. Daar moest hij den dief vatten of deze ontsnapte hem voor altijd.
+Hong-Kong was dan ook het laatste engelsche grondgebied op de geheele reis. Was men dit voorbij, dan zou China, Japan of Amerika een veilig toevluchtsoord voor Fogg opleveren. Wanneer hij te Hong-Kong eindelijk het bevel tot inhechtenisneming vond, dat hem ongetwijfeld nagezonden was, dan zou Fix de heer Fogg arresteeren en hem aan de politie aldaar overleveren. Maar na Hong-Kong was een mandaat tot inhechtenisneming niet meer voldoende. Dan zou er een akte van uitlevering noodig zijn; dit ging met allerlei oponthoud, vertraging en hinderpalen gepaard, waarvan de schurk gebruik zou maken, om ten slotte toch te ontkomen. Mislukte alzoo zijne poging te Hong-Kong, dan was het hoogst moeielijk, zoo niet ondoenlijk om zich van hem meester te maken.
+"Alzoo," dacht Fix onophoudelijk bij zich zelven, gedurende de lange uren, die hij in zijn hut doorbracht, "alzoo zal de volmacht te Hong-Kong zijn en dan neem ik mijn man gevangen, of zij zal er niet wezen en dan moet ik hem noodzaken daar te blijven. Mijne pogingen zijn mislukt te Bombay en te Calcutta. Mislukken zij ook te Hong-Kong, dan is mijne reputatie verloren. Ik moet dus slagen, het koste wat het kost. Maar welk middel aan te wenden om, zoo dit mogelijk is, het vertrek van dien verwenschten Fogg te beletten?
+Als uiterste middel had Fix besloten alles aan Passepartout te bekennen en hem op de hoogte te stellen van den meester, dien hij diende, maar wiens medeplichtige hij zeker niet was. Als Passepartout volkomen ingelicht was, zou hij zeker vreezen in de zaak betrokken te worden en de wijste partij kiezen. Maar dit was een gewaagd middel, dat slechts in het uiterste geval kon worden beproefd. Een enkel woord van Passepartout aan zijn meester zou onherroepelijk alles bederven. De inspecteur van politie verkeerde dus in de grootste verlegenheid, maar de tegenwoordigheid van mevrouw Aouda aan boord van de Rangoon, in gezelschap van Phileas Fogg, opende hem een nieuw uitzicht.
+Wat was die vrouw? Door welken samenloop van omstandigheden was zij de gezellin geworden van Fogg? Blijkbaar moest de ontmoeting tusschen Bombay en Calcutta hebben plaats gehad. Doch in welken hoek van het schiereiland? Was het enkel het toeval dat Fogg en zijne jeugdige reisgezellin te zamen had gebracht? Of had de reis in Indië door den gentleman ondernomen slechts ten doel om deze schoone vrouw op te zoeken? Want schoon was zij. Fix had haar maar al te goed in de gerechtszaal te Calcutta gezien.
+Men kan denken hoe nieuwsgierig de inspecteur daarnaar was. Hij vroeg zich af, of er niet een misdadige schaking was gepleegd. Ja! Dat moest wel zoo zijn. Deze gedachte vatte post in zijn hoofd, en hij besefte al het voordeel, dat hij uit dezen toestand kon trekken. Of die jonge vrouw getrouwd was of niet, er was hier eene schaking gepleegd en het was zeer goed mogelijk, dat hij den schaker te Hong-Kong in eene verlegenheid kon wikkelen, waaruit hij zich niet door geld kon losmaken.
+Maar hij mocht niet wachten tot de Rangoon te Hong-Kong was aangekomen. Fogg had de slechte gewoonte om van de eene boot op andere te springen, en vóór de zaak nog een aanvang had genomen, kon hij reeds ver weg zijn.
+Het noodzakelijkste was dus om de engelsche overheid te waarschuwen en op den passagier van de Rangoon de aandacht te vestigen vóór hij nog aan land was. Niets nu was gemakkelijker daar de mailboot te Singapore binnenliep, en Singapore stond in verbinding met de chineesche kust door de telegraaf.
+Intusschen vóór hij iets ondernam en om zekerder te zijn, besloot Fix Passepartout eerst eens te ondervragen. Hij meende dat het niet moeielijk zou zijn om den bediende aan het praten te krijgen en besloot dus om zich aan hem bekend te maken. Er was niet veel tijd te verliezen. Het was de 30ste October, en den anderen morgen moest de Rangoon te Singapore het anker werpen.
+Fix dan ging dien dag aan dek, met het plan om Passepartout het eerst en wel met de grootste verbazing aan te spreken. Passepartout liep heen en weer op het voordek, toen de inspecteur naar hem toesnelde, met de woorden: "Wat, mijnheer? zijt gij op de Rangoon?"
+"Mijnheer Fix aan boord!" antwoordde Passepartout zeer verrast, toen hij zijn metgezel van de Mongolia herkende. "Hoe nu? gij verliet mij te Bombay en ik ontmoet u weer op de reis naar Hong-Kong. Maar, zeg eens, maakt gij ook de reis om de wereld?"
+"Neen," antwoordde Fix, "ik ben van plan, om ten minste eenige dagen te Hong-Kong te vertoeven."
+"Zoo," antwoordde Passepartout, die een oogenblik verbaasd scheen. "Maar hoe komt het dat ik u aan boord nog niet gezien heb sedert wij Calcutta verlaten hebben?"
+"Och, ik was een weinig zeeziek.... Ik ben daarom in mijne hut gebleven.... Ik schijn beter tegen de lucht der Indische zee te kunnen dan tegen die van de Golf van Bengalen. Hoe gaat het uw meester, Phileas Fogg?"
+"O uitnemend, en altijd even precies als zijn reisboek! Geen dag te laat! Maar mijnheer Fix, gij weet zeker nog niet dat wij nog eene jonge dame bij ons hebben."
+"Een jonge dame?" herhaalde de inspecteur, die volstrekt niet scheen te begrijpen wat de andere bedoelde.
+Passepartout had hem spoedig op de hoogte van de zaak gebracht. Hij vertelde wat er in den afgodstempel te Bombay voorgevallen was, het aankoopen van den olifant voor twee duizend pond en de geschiedenis met de sutty, de schaking van Aouda, de veroordeeling door de rechtbank te Calcutta en de invrijheidstelling onder borgtocht. Hoewel Fix het laatste gedeelte er van kende, nam hij toch den schijn aan, alsof hij er niets van wist, en Passepartout, aangemoedigd door het aandachtig luisteren van zijn toehoorder, vertelde maar door.
+"Maar," vroeg Fix, "is uw meester van plan om deze jonge vrouw mede te nemen naar Europa?"
+"Neen, mijnheer Fix, dat niet; hij is slechts van plan om haar naar een harer bloedverwanten, een rijken koopman te Hong-Kong, te brengen."
+"Er is niets aan te doen!" prevelde de detective bij zich zelven, zijne teleurstelling trachtende te verbergen. "Een glaasje gin, mijnheer Passepartout?"
+"Zeer gaarne, mijnheer Fix. Het is niet meer dan plicht, dat wij op onze ontmoeting op de Rangoon drinken."
+ZEVENTIENDE HOOFDSTUK. Waarin verschillende zaken ter sprake komen gedurende den overtocht van Singapora naar Hong-Kong.
+Na dien dag ontmoetten Passepartout en de detective elkander vaak, maar de inspecteur hield zich op een afstand van zijn reisgezel en moedigde hem volstrekt niet tot spreken aan. Een of tweemaal zag hij Fogg; deze vertoefde het liefst in de groote kajuit van de Ragoon, hetzij hij daar mevrouw Aouda gezelschap hield of dat hij, volgens zijn onveranderlijke gewoonte, whist speelde.
+Wat Passepartout betreft, deze overpeinsde ernstig hoe het toch kwam, dat Fix dezelfde reis deed als zijn meester. En waarlijk, men moest er wel eenigszins verbaasd over staan. Deze vriendelijke heer, voor een ieder even beleefd, en dien hij het eerst te Suez ontmoette, die zich ook op de Mongolia had ingescheept, die te Bombay weer aan wal stapte, waar hij zeide te wonen, en dien men nu weer op de Rangoon ontmoette, om naar Hong-Kong te reizen, in één woord, die de reis van Fogg stap voor stap volgde, was wel een onderwerp, de moeite waard om er over na te denken. Er bestond hier minst genomen een zonderling toeval. Wie kon die Fix toch zijn? Passepartout was op het punt om zijn muilen er om te verwedden--hij had ze nog zuinig bewaard--dat Fix op denzelfden tijd als Fogg Hong-Kong, en waarschijnlijk wel met dezelfde mailboot, zou verlaten.
+Passepartout had er een eeuw over kunnen denken, zonder dat hij ooit zou geraden hebben, met welke zending de inspecteur wel belast was. Nooit zou hij kunnen gissen, dat Phileas Fogg vervolgd kon worden als een dief, die een reis om de wereld maakt. Maar, daar de menschelijke natuur meebrengt, dat men aan alles eene uitlegging wil geven, kwam Passepartout eensklaps tot eene verklaring van de bestendige tegenwoordigheid van Fix, en inderdaad zijne uitlegging was zeer aannemelijk. Volgens hem kon en moest Fix niemand anders zijn dan een agent, door de leden van de Reform-club aangesteld, om Fogg overal na te gaan, ten einde te zien of deze de reis om de wereld nauwkeurig en volgens het overeengekomen reisplan volbracht.
+"Dat is zoo; dat kan niet missen!" herhaalde de eerlijke knecht onophoudelijk, trotsch op zijn doorzicht. "Hij is een spion, dien deze heeren ons achterna zenden. Dat is toch onwaardig. Die eerlijke, achtenswaardige Fogg! Hem door een spion te laten bespieden! Dat zal u duur te staan komen, heeren der Reform-club."
+Passepartout besloot, hoe blijde hij ook met zijne ontdekking was, er niets van aan zijn meester te zeggen, vreezende dat deze zich gekrenkt zou gevoelen door het wantrouwen van zijn tegenpartij. Maar hij besloot toch Fix eens bij gelegenheid uit te lachen, zonder zelfs iets te laten ontglippen, dat hem compromitteeren kon.
+Woensdag den 30sten October, des middags, stoomde de Rangoon de Straat van Malakka binnen, die het schier-eiland van dien naam scheidt van Sumatra. Bergachtige en steile, maar schilderachtig gelegen eilandjes, benamen aan de reizigers het gezicht op het groote eiland. Den anderen morgen, ten tien ure, had de Rangoon reeds een halven dag gewonnen op den door het reglement bepaalden tijd, en liep zij de haven van Singapore binnen, ten einde daar een voorraad steenkolen in te nemen. Phileas Fogg schreef dit voordeel op zijn lijst van winst, en ditmaal ging hij aan land, vergezeld van Aouda, die haar wensch te kennen had gegeven om eenige uren te rijden.
+Fix, wien elke daad van Fogg zeer verdacht voorkwam, volgde hem zonder opgemerkt te worden. Een zekere angst kwelde hem onophoudelijk; hij vreesde dat Fogg, als hij zich op niet-engelsch grondgebied bevond, daar zou willen blijven; dan was de geheele zaak ongetwijfeld voor het oogenblik verloren.
+Passepartout lachte reeds bij voorbaat bij de gedachte hoe Fix daarin te werk zou gaan; intusschen bracht hij zijn tijd door om zijn gewone boodschappen te verrichten. Het eiland Singapore is niet groot en ook niet indrukwekkend van voorkomen. Het heeft geen bergen, althans geen steile. Toch is het in al zijn eenvoud zeer bevallig. Het is een park doorsneden van tallooze wegen. In een fraai rijtuig, bespannen met vurige paarden, die uit Nieuw-Holland waren aangebracht, zaten Aouda en Fogg; zij reden door een dicht palmbosch met prachtig gebladerte, hier en daar afgewisseld door kruidnagelboomen, waarvan de vruchten gevormd zijn door den knop zelven van de half ontloken bloemen. Hier neemt de peperstruik de plaats in van de doornige heggen der europeesche velden; sagoboomen, hooge varenkruiden met prachtige takken, wisselen deze tropische Flora af; muskaatboomen, met hun schitterend gebladerte, vervulden de lucht met een doordringenden geur. In het bosch ontbrak het niet aan vroolijk dartelende apen en in het diepst der bosschen verscholen zich de tijgers. Hem wien het soms mocht verwonderen, dat deze roofdieren op dit betrekkelijk kleine eiland nog niet tot het laatste toe verdreven zijn, zal men antwoorden dat zij van Malakka komen, door de straat over te zwemmen.
+Toen Aouda en Fogg een paar uren door dit landschap gereden hadden, keerden zij in de stad terug, die bestaat uit een hoop zware en lage huizen, allen met prachtige tuinen, waarin mangostanen, ananassen en andere van de schoonste vruchten der wereld groeien. Ten tien ure kwamen zij weer op de mailboot, gevolgd, zonder dat zij het wisten, door den inspecteur, die ook in de kosten van een rijtuig had moeten vervallen.
+Passepartout wachtte hen op het dek van de Rangoon. De zorgende knecht had eenige mangoestanen gekocht, een vrucht welke de grootte heeft van een gewonen appel, die van buiten bruin, en van binnen vuurrood is, en wier witte pit, welke tusschen de lippen smelt, voor de ware liefhebbers een onvergelijkelijk genot oplevert. Hij was zeer in zijn schik dat hij deze aan Aouda kon geven, die er hem recht vriendelijk voor bedankte.
+Ten elf ure had de Rangoon hare lading steenkolen ingenomen en lichtte het anker. Eenige uren later verloren de reizigers de hooge bergen van Malakka uit het gezicht, welks bosschen de prachtigste tijgers tot een schuilplaats verstrekken. Singapore is ongeveer dertien honderd mijlen verwijderd van Hong-Kong, een klein eiland op de chineesche kust, dat aan Engeland behoort. Phileas Fogg moest dien afstand is zes dagen afleggen, ten einde den 6en November te Hong-Kong te zijn om van daar met de boot naar Yokohama, een van de grootste japansche havens, te komen.
+De Rangoon was zwaar geladen. Een aantal reizigers hadden zich te Singapore ingescheept: Hindoes, Ceylaneezen, Chineezen, Maleiers, Portugeezen, die voor het grootste gedeelte allen tweede klasse reisden.
+Tot nog toe had men vrij goed weder gehad, maar thans kwam er verandering met het laatste kwartier der maan. De zee werd onstuimig. Nu en dan stak de wind hevig op, maar gelukkig woei hij uit het zuidwesten, zoodat de stoomboot nog sneller liep. Toen het weder bedaarder werd, liet de kapitein de zeilen bijzetten. De Rangoon, als een brik getuigd, stoomde dikwijls met haar beide marszeilen en haar fok; zij ging dan ook veel sneller door den stoom en door den wind. Zoodoende naderde men met een korten en soms zeer zwaren golfslag de kust van Annam en Cochinchina.
+Maar het was meer de schuld der Rangoon dan wel van de zee, dat bijna alle passagiers zeeziek werden en op die wijze de reis moesten maken. De schepen der Peninsular Company toch, die op de Chineesche zee dienst doen, zijn allen zeer slecht gebouwd. De verhouding tusschen hun diepgang en hun omvang is zeer slecht berekend, en hiervan is het gevolg dat zij weinig weerstand aan de zee bieden en aan slingeren onderhevig zijn.
+Men moest nu, uithoofde van het slechte weder groote voorzorgen nemen, en met halve kracht stoomen. Dit tijdverlies scheen Fogg volstrekt niet te verontrusten, maar Passepartout was er zeer over uit zijn humeur. Hij gaf de schuld aan den kapitein, aan den machinist, ja aan de Compagnie, en wenschte een ieder naar de maan, die zich met het transport van reizigers bemoeit. Misschien was het wel de gaskraan, die altijd nog voor zijne rekening in Saville Row brandde, welke hem zulk een haast deed maken om verder te komen.
+"Gij hebt dus wel haast om te Hong-Kong te komen?" vroeg de detective hem eens.
+"Ja, ik ben er zeer verlangend naar," antwoordde Passepartout.
+"Meent gij dat mijnheer Fogg haast heeft de mailboot naar Yokohama te nemen."
+"Ja, hij heeft ontzaglijk veel haast."
+"Gelooft ge dus nog aan die zonderlinge reis om de wereld?"
+"Stellig. En gij, mijnheer Fix?"
+"Ik? Neen, ik geloof er niet aan."
+"Grappenmaker!" zeide Passepartout, knipoogend.
+Dit woord gaf aan den agent veel stof tot nadenken. Het verontrustte hem, zonder te weten waarom. Zou de Franschman hem begrepen hebben? Hij wist het niet. Maar dat hij detective was, dat wist hij zelf toch maar alleen, hoe zou Passepartout dit hebben ontdekt? En toch, toen hij zoo met hem sprak, had Passepartout eene nevengedachte.
+Op een anderen keer ging de knecht zelfs nog verder; toen kon hij zijn tong niet meer beheerschen.
+"Zeg eens, mijnheer Fix," vroeg hij aan zijn reisgezel, "als wij te Hong-Kong zijn, zullen we dan uw aangenaam gezelschap moeten missen?"
+"Wel," antwoordde Fix, eenigszins verlegen, "misschien ... maar ik weet nog niet. Misschien...."
+"O," zeide Passepartout, "als gij bij ons bleeft, zou het een waar genot voor mij zijn. Een agent van de Peninsular Company blijft niet onderweg steken. Gij gingt eerst maar tot Bombay, en waarlijk nu zijt gij al in China! Amerika is niet ver meer, en van Amerika naar Europa is maar een stapje!"
+Fix keek den spreker strak aan, maar deze had het onschuldigste gezicht van de wereld; hij achtte het daarom het best om maar met hem mee te lachen. Passepartout echter, wiens tong nu los was, ging voort en vroeg: "Dat baantje geeft je zeker veel?"
+"Zoo, zoo," antwoordde Fix zonder blikken of blozen. "Er zijn goede en kwade zaken. Maar gij begrijpt wel, dat ik niet voor mijn eigen kosten reis."
+"O, ja, dat behoeft gij mij niet meer te zeggen!" riep Passepartout lachend uit.
+Toen dit gesprek geëindigd was, keerde Fix naar zijne hut terug om alles nog eens te overpeinzen. De Franschman had zeker alles geraden. Op de eene of andere manier was deze zijne betrekking als detective te weten gekomen. Zou hij zijn meester hebben gewaarschuwd? Was Passepartout Fogg's medeplichtige? Was zijn voornemen ontdekt, en zou hij het dus niet ten uitvoer kunnen brengen. De inspecteur bracht op deze wijze eenige pijnlijke uren door, nu eens geloovende dat alles verloren was, dan weer hopende dat Fogg nog van niets afwist, en ten slotte wist hij niet wat hem te doen stond.
+Langzamerhand kwam hij weer in zijn normalen toestand, en besloot hij om openhartig alles aan Passepartout te vertellen. Zoo hij geen kans zag om Fogg te Hong-Kong te arresteeren en zoo Fogg zich gereed maakte, thans voor het laatst, om het engelsch grondgebied te verlaten, dan zou hij de geheele zaak aan Passepartout mededeelen. Of de knecht was de medeplichtige van zijn meester, en deze wist alles, in dat geval was zijn zaak geheel verloren; óf de knecht wist niets van den gepleegden diefstal, dan was het zijn belang om den dief aan zijn lot over te laten.
+In dien toestand waren de beide mannen tegenover elkander geplaatst, en boven hen stond Fogg in majestueuse onverschilligheid. Hij vervolgde zijn loop om de wereld, zonder zich te bekommeren om de asteroïden, die om hem wentelden. Toch was er in de nabijheid een ster die op het hart van dezen gentleman wel eenige stoornis moest uitoefenen.
+Maar neen! De bekoorlijkheden van Aouda schenen, tot groote verwondering van Passepartout, volstrekt geen indruk of Fogg te maken, en de afwijkingen van diens gewonen zielstoestand, zoo zij al bestonden, waren moeielijker te berekenen dan die van Uranus, welke de ontdekking van Neptunus ten gevolge had.
+Dit verbaasde dag aan dag Passepartout, die in de oogen van de jonge vrouw zulk een gloed van dankbaarheid las. Fogg had ongetwijfeld slechts een hart voor heldhaftige feiten, maar verliefd, neen, dat kon hij niet wezen. Hij scheen er in het geheel niet aan te denken eenige voorzorgen te beramen, zoo de reis soms een anderen keer nemen mocht. Maar Passepartout leefde in voortdurenden angst. Eens toen hij tegen de balustrade van de machinekamer stond te leunen, en naar de ontzaglijke machine keek, werd het schip door een heftige schommeling plotseling op zijde geworpen. De stoom vloog uit alle kleppen.
+"Deze kleppen zijn niet genoeg belast!" riep hij uit. "Men gaat niet vooruit!--Kijk dat zijn die Engelschen weer! Als dit een amerikaansch schip was, dan zou men misschien springen, maar in elk geval zouden wij sneller vooruitkomen."
+ACHTTIENDE HOOFDSTUK. Waarin Fogg, Passepartout en Fix elk hun eigen gang gaan.
+Gedurende de laatste dagen van den overtocht was het zeer slecht weder. De wind woei hevig uit het noordwesten, wat voor het schip hoogst nadeelig was. De Rangoon, die vrij onvast van gang was, slingerde geweldig, en de passagiers, hadden alle recht, zoo zij wrevelig waren op die lange golven, welke de wind tegen de boorden van de boot opjoeg.
+De 3e en 4e November waren stormachtige dagen. Rukwinden joegen de zee huizenhoog op en de Rangoon moest een halven dag lang alle zeilen reven en met een vierde van haar kracht werken, ten einde niet door den golfslag overweldigd te worden. Alle zeilen waren geborgen, maar zelfs het tuig scheen nog te veel en onophoudelijk hoorde men den wind er door heen fluiten. De mailboot vorderde dus, zooals men denken kan, veel langzamer, en men berekende dat, wanneer de wind niet ging liggen, men twintig uren later zou aankomen dan het reglement bepaalde.
+Phileas Fogg was getuige van het schouwspel eener onstuimige zee, die rechtstreeks tegen hem scheen te kampen; maar zijne gewone kalmte verliet hem daarom niet. Geen oogenblik fronste hij zijn voorhoofd en nochtans kon eene vertraging van twintig uren zijn geheele reis verijdelen, daar hij dan de stoomboot naar Yokohama misliep. Maar deze man, men zou schier zeggen, zonder zenuwen, voelde ongeduld noch verveling. Het scheen waarlijk of de stormen in zijn programma stonden. Aouda, die meermalen met hem over het onstuimige weder sprak, vond hem als altijd even kalm als vroeger.
+Op Fix had de storm een geheel tegenovergestelde uitwerking. Hij vond hem zeer aangenaam. Zijn vreugde zou paal noch perk gekend hebben, zoo de Rangoon uithoofde van het noodweer een haven had moeten binnenloopen. Al dat oponthoud kwam hem goed te stade, want het zou Fogg noodzaken eenige dagen te Hong-Kong te toeven. Eindelijk dan was de hemel met zijne stormen op zijne hand. Hij zelf was er wel wat ziek van, maar wat deed er dat toe! Hij telde zijn zeeziekte niet; zoo zijn lichaam er al onder leed, zijn geest was vervuld met innige tevredenheid.
+Wat Passepartout betreft, men kan begrijpen met welk eene kwalijk verholen woede hij deze beproeving doorstond. Tot hiertoe was alles goed gegaan. De aarde en de zee hadden zijn meester gediend. Stoombooten en spoorwegen hadden hem gehoorzaamd. Wind en storm hadden zich verbonden om zijn reis te bevorderen. Had dan eindelijk het uur der teleurstelling geslagen? Het was of Passepartout zelf de twintig duizend pond uit zijne eigene beurs moest betalen; hij leefde niet meer. De storm maakte hem woedend: die stormvlagen deden zijn toorn zulk eene hoogte bereiken, dat hij de ongehoorzame zee een pak slaag had kunnen geven. Fix hield natuurlijk zijne inwendige tevredenheid zorgvuldig voor hem verborgen en hij deed daar verstandig aan, want als Passepartout die geheime gewaarwording van Fix had vermoed, zou deze het kwaad te verantwoorden hebben gehad.
+Zoolang de storm duurde, bleef Passepartout op het dek van de Rangoon. Hij had niet beneden kunnen blijven; hij klom in de mast; hij verbaasde de bemanning door zijne behendigheid en hielp haar met al de vlugheid van een aap. Wel honderd maal richtte hij vragen aan den kapitein, aan de stuurlieden, aan de matrozen, die lachten over zijne teleurstelling. Passepartout wilde volstrekt weten hoe lang de storm zou duren. Men verwees hem naar den barometer, die onophoudelijk bleef stijgen. Of hij hem al schudde, het baatte niets; het schudden zoo min als de scheldwoorden waarmede hij het instrument overlaadde.
+Eindelijk bedaarde de storm. De zee werd den 4den November in den loop van den dag kalmer. De wind liep twee streken naar het zuiden om en werd gunstiger. Ook Passepartout's stemming verbeterde nu. Eenige zeilen konden bijgezet worden en de Rangoon hernam hare bewonderenswaardige snelheid. Maar men kon den verloren tijd niet meer inhalen. Men moest zich wel in zijn lot schikken en eerst den 6den, des morgens ten 5 ure, kreeg men land in het gezicht. In de reis van Phileas Fogg was de aankomst van de boot op den 5den berekend en men had nu den 6den. Men was dus vier en twintig uur ten achter en zou niet naar Yokohama kunnen vertrekken.
+Ten zes ure kwam de loods aan boord van de Rangoon en nam plaats bij het roer, ten einde het schip tusschen de ondiepten te sturen tot in de haven van Hong-Kong. Passepartout had ontzaglijk veel lust om bij dien man inlichtingen te vragen, en van hem te vernemen of de mailboot van Yokohama Hong-Kong verlaten had. Maar hij durfde niet, liever wilde hij nog tot het laatste oogenblik de hoop behouden. Hij had van zijne ongerustheid Fix deelgenoot gemaakt, maar de slimme vos had hem getroost met het vooruitzicht, dat de heer Fogg dan de volgende boot maar nemen moest. Dat antwoord had Passepartout bijna een beroerte bezorgd.
+Doch zoo Passepartout zelf het al niet waagde om bij den loods inlichting te vragen, de heer Fogg wendde zich tot dezen, na zijn Bradshaw te hebben geraadpleegd, en vroeg wanneer er een boot van Hong-Kong naar Yokohama vertrok.
+"Morgen, zoodra het getij opkomt," antwoordde deze.
+"Zoo," zeide Fogg, zonder eenige verwondering te doen blijken.
+Passepartout, die daarbij tegenwoordig was, had den loods wel om den hals willen vliegen. Fix daarentegen had hem wel den nek willen omdraaien.
+"Hoe heet de stoomboot?" vroeg Fogg.

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+The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just woke up, and was looking out of the window. Soon after Passepartout, without being heard by his master or Aouda, whispered to the detective, "Would you really fight for him?"
+"I would do anything," replied Fix, in a tone which betrayed determined will, "to get him back living to Europe!"
+Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot through his frame, but his confidence in his master remained unbroken.
+Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the car, to avoid a meeting between him and the colonel? It ought not to be a difficult task, since that gentleman was naturally sedentary and little curious. The detective, at least, seemed to have found a way; for, after a few moments, he said to Mr. Fogg, "These are long and slow hours, sir, that we are passing on the railway."
+"Yes," replied Mr. Fogg; "but they pass."
+"You were in the habit of playing whist," resumed Fix, "on the steamers."
+"Yes; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have neither cards nor partners."
+"Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are sold on all the American trains. And as for partners, if madam plays--"
+"Certainly, sir," Aouda quickly replied; "I understand whist. It is part of an English education."
+"I myself have some pretensions to playing a good game. Well, here are three of us, and a dummy--"
+"As you please, sir," replied Phileas Fogg, heartily glad to resume his favourite pastime even on the railway.
+Passepartout was dispatched in search of the steward, and soon returned with two packs of cards, some pins, counters, and a shelf covered with cloth. The game commenced. Aouda understood whist sufficiently well, and even received some compliments on her playing from Mr. Fogg. As for the detective, he was simply an adept, and worthy of being matched against his present opponent.
+"Now," thought Passepartout, "we've got him. He won't budge."
+At eleven in the morning the train had reached the dividing ridge of the waters at Bridger Pass, seven thousand five hundred and twenty-four feet above the level of the sea, one of the highest points attained by the track in crossing the Rocky Mountains. After going about two hundred miles, the travellers at last found themselves on one of those vast plains which extend to the Atlantic, and which nature has made so propitious for laying the iron road.
+On the declivity of the Atlantic basin the first streams, branches of the North Platte River, already appeared. The whole northern and eastern horizon was bounded by the immense semi-circular curtain which is formed by the southern portion of the Rocky Mountains, the highest being Laramie Peak. Between this and the railway extended vast plains, plentifully irrigated. On the right rose the lower spurs of the mountainous mass which extends southward to the sources of the Arkansas River, one of the great tributaries of the Missouri.
+At half-past twelve the travellers caught sight for an instant of Fort Halleck, which commands that section; and in a few more hours the Rocky Mountains were crossed. There was reason to hope, then, that no accident would mark the journey through this difficult country. The snow had ceased falling, and the air became crisp and cold. Large birds, frightened by the locomotive, rose and flew off in the distance. No wild beast appeared on the plain. It was a desert in its vast nakedness.
+After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, Mr. Fogg and his partners had just resumed whist, when a violent whistling was heard, and the train stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, but saw nothing to cause the delay; no station was in view.
+Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it into his head to get out; but that gentleman contented himself with saying to his servant, "See what is the matter."
+Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty passengers had already descended, amongst them Colonel Stamp Proctor.
+The train had stopped before a red signal which blocked the way. The engineer and conductor were talking excitedly with a signal-man, whom the station-master at Medicine Bow, the next stopping place, had sent on before. The passengers drew around and took part in the discussion, in which Colonel Proctor, with his insolent manner, was conspicuous.
+Passepartout, joining the group, heard the signal-man say, "No! you can't pass. The bridge at Medicine Bow is shaky, and would not bear the weight of the train."
+This was a suspension-bridge thrown over some rapids, about a mile from the place where they now were. According to the signal-man, it was in a ruinous condition, several of the iron wires being broken; and it was impossible to risk the passage. He did not in any way exaggerate the condition of the bridge. It may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans usually are, when they are prudent there is good reason for it.
+Passepartout, not daring to apprise his master of what he heard, listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.
+"Hum!" cried Colonel Proctor; "but we are not going to stay here, I imagine, and take root in the snow?"
+"Colonel," replied the conductor, "we have telegraphed to Omaha for a train, but it is not likely that it will reach Medicine Bow in less than six hours."
+"Six hours!" cried Passepartout.
+"Certainly," returned the conductor, "besides, it will take us as long as that to reach Medicine Bow on foot."
+"But it is only a mile from here," said one of the passengers.
+"Yes, but it's on the other side of the river."
+"And can't we cross that in a boat?" asked the colonel. "That's impossible. The creek is swelled by the rains. It is a rapid, and we shall have to make a circuit of ten miles to the north to find a ford."
+The colonel launched a volley of oaths, denouncing the railway company and the conductor; and Passepartout, who was furious, was not disinclined to make common cause with him. Here was an obstacle, indeed, which all his master's banknotes could not remove.
+There was a general disappointment among the passengers, who, without reckoning the delay, saw themselves compelled to trudge fifteen miles over a plain covered with snow. They grumbled and protested, and would certainly have thus attracted Phileas Fogg's attention if he had not been completely absorbed in his game.
+Passepartout found that he could not avoid telling his master what had occurred, and, with hanging head, he was turning towards the car, when the engineer, a true Yankee, named Forster called out, "Gentlemen, perhaps there is a way, after all, to get over."
+"On the bridge?" asked a passenger.
+"On the bridge."
+"With our train?"
+"With our train."
+Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the engineer.
+"But the bridge is unsafe," urged the conductor.
+"No matter," replied Forster; "I think that by putting on the very highest speed we might have a chance of getting over."
+"The devil!" muttered Passepartout.
+But a number of the passengers were at once attracted by the engineer's proposal, and Colonel Proctor was especially delighted, and found the plan a very feasible one. He told stories about engineers leaping their trains over rivers without bridges, by putting on full steam; and many of those present avowed themselves of the engineer's mind.
+"We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting over," said one.
+"Eighty! ninety!"
+Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to attempt anything to get over Medicine Creek, thought the experiment proposed a little too American. "Besides," thought he, "there's a still more simple way, and it does not even occur to any of these people! Sir," said he aloud to one of the passengers, "the engineer's plan seems to me a little dangerous, but--"
+"Eighty chances!" replied the passenger, turning his back on him.
+"I know it," said Passepartout, turning to another passenger, "but a simple idea--"
+"Ideas are no use," returned the American, shrugging his shoulders, "as the engineer assures us that we can pass."
+"Doubtless," urged Passepartout, "we can pass, but perhaps it would be more prudent--"
+"What! Prudent!" cried Colonel Proctor, whom this word seemed to excite prodigiously. "At full speed, don't you see, at full speed!"
+"I know--I see," repeated Passepartout; "but it would be, if not more prudent, since that word displeases you, at least more natural--"
+"Who! What! What's the matter with this fellow?" cried several.
+The poor fellow did not know to whom to address himself.
+"Are you afraid?" asked Colonel Proctor.
+"I afraid? Very well; I will show these people that a Frenchman can be as American as they!"
+"All aboard!" cried the conductor.
+"Yes, all aboard!" repeated Passepartout, and immediately. "But they can't prevent me from thinking that it would be more natural for us to cross the bridge on foot, and let the train come after!"
+But no one heard this sage reflection, nor would anyone have acknowledged its justice. The passengers resumed their places in the cars. Passepartout took his seat without telling what had passed. The whist-players were quite absorbed in their game.
+The locomotive whistled vigorously; the engineer, reversing the steam, backed the train for nearly a mile--retiring, like a jumper, in order to take a longer leap. Then, with another whistle, he began to move forward; the train increased its speed, and soon its rapidity became frightful; a prolonged screech issued from the locomotive; the piston worked up and down twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that the whole train, rushing on at the rate of a hundred miles an hour, hardly bore upon the rails at all.
+And they passed over! It was like a flash. No one saw the bridge. The train leaped, so to speak, from one bank to the other, and the engineer could not stop it until it had gone five miles beyond the station. But scarcely had the train passed the river, when the bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash into the rapids of Medicine Bow.
+Chapter XXIX IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS
+The train pursued its course, that evening, without interruption, passing Fort Saunders, crossing Cheyne Pass, and reaching Evans Pass. The road here attained the highest elevation of the journey, eight thousand and ninety-two feet above the level of the sea. The travellers had now only to descend to the Atlantic by limitless plains, levelled by nature. A branch of the "grand trunk" led off southward to Denver, the capital of Colorado. The country round about is rich in gold and silver, and more than fifty thousand inhabitants are already settled there.
+Thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles had been passed over from San Francisco, in three days and three nights; four days and nights more would probably bring them to New York. Phileas Fogg was not as yet behind-hand.
+During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the left; Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel with the road, marking the boundary between the territories of Wyoming and Colorado. They entered Nebraska at eleven, passed near Sedgwick, and touched at Julesburg, on the southern branch of the Platte River.
+It was here that the Union Pacific Railroad was inaugurated on the 23rd of October, 1867, by the chief engineer, General Dodge. Two powerful locomotives, carrying nine cars of invited guests, amongst whom was Thomas C. Durant, vice-president of the road, stopped at this point; cheers were given, the Sioux and Pawnees performed an imitation Indian battle, fireworks were let off, and the first number of the Railway Pioneer was printed by a press brought on the train. Thus was celebrated the inauguration of this great railroad, a mighty instrument of progress and civilisation, thrown across the desert, and destined to link together cities and towns which do not yet exist. The whistle of the locomotive, more powerful than Amphion's lyre, was about to bid them rise from American soil.
+Fort McPherson was left behind at eight in the morning, and three hundred and fifty-seven miles had yet to be traversed before reaching Omaha. The road followed the capricious windings of the southern branch of the Platte River, on its left bank. At nine the train stopped at the important town of North Platte, built between the two arms of the river, which rejoin each other around it and form a single artery, a large tributary, whose waters empty into the Missouri a little above Omaha.
+The one hundred and first meridian was passed. Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their game; no one--not even the dummy--complained of the length of the trip. Fix had begun by winning several guineas, which he seemed likely to lose; but he showed himself a not less eager whist-player than Mr. Fogg. During the morning, chance distinctly favoured that gentleman. Trumps and honours were showered upon his hands. Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on the point of playing a spade, when a voice behind him said,
+"I should play a diamond."
+Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and beheld Colonel Proctor. Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognised each other at once.
+"Ah! it's you, is it, Englishman?" cried the colonel; "it's you who are going to play a spade!"
+"And who plays it," replied Phileas Fogg coolly, throwing down the ten of spades.
+"Well, it pleases me to have it diamonds," replied Colonel Proctor, in an insolent tone. He made a movement as if to seize the card which had just been played, adding, "You don't understand anything about whist."
+"Perhaps I do, as well as another," said Phileas Fogg, rising.
+"You have only to try, son of John Bull," replied the colonel.
+Aouda turned pale, and her blood ran cold. She seized Mr. Fogg's arm and gently pulled him back. Passepartout was ready to pounce upon the American, who was staring insolently at his opponent. But Fix got up, and, going to Colonel Proctor said, "You forget that it is I with whom you have to deal, sir; for it was I whom you not only insulted, but struck!"
+"Mr. Fix," said Mr. Fogg, "pardon me, but this affair is mine, and mine only. The colonel has again insulted me, by insisting that I should not play a spade, and he shall give me satisfaction for it."
+"When and where you will," replied the American, "and with whatever weapon you choose."
+Aouda in vain attempted to retain Mr. Fogg; as vainly did the detective endeavour to make the quarrel his. Passepartout wished to throw the colonel out of the window, but a sign from his master checked him. Phileas Fogg left the car, and the American followed him upon the platform. "Sir," said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, "I am in a great hurry to get back to Europe, and any delay whatever will be greatly to my disadvantage."
+"Well, what's that to me?" replied Colonel Proctor.
+"Sir," said Mr. Fogg, very politely, "after our meeting at San Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you as soon as I had completed the business which called me to England."
+"Really!"
+"Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence?"
+"Why not ten years hence?"
+"I say six months," returned Phileas Fogg; "and I shall be at the place of meeting promptly."
+"All this is an evasion," cried Stamp Proctor. "Now or never!"
+"Very good. You are going to New York?"
+"No."
+"To Chicago?"
+"No."
+"To Omaha?"
+"What difference is it to you? Do you know Plum Creek?"
+"No," replied Mr. Fogg.
+"It's the next station. The train will be there in an hour, and will stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes several revolver-shots could be exchanged."
+"Very well," said Mr. Fogg. "I will stop at Plum Creek."
+"And I guess you'll stay there too," added the American insolently.
+"Who knows?" replied Mr. Fogg, returning to the car as coolly as usual.
+He began to reassure Aouda, telling her that blusterers were never to be feared, and begged Fix to be his second at the approaching duel, a request which the detective could not refuse. Mr. Fogg resumed the interrupted game with perfect calmness.
+At eleven o'clock the locomotive's whistle announced that they were approaching Plum Creek station. Mr. Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix, went out upon the platform. Passepartout accompanied him, carrying a pair of revolvers. Aouda remained in the car, as pale as death.
+The door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared on the platform, attended by a Yankee of his own stamp as his second. But just as the combatants were about to step from the train, the conductor hurried up, and shouted, "You can't get off, gentlemen!"
+"Why not?" asked the colonel.
+"We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop."
+"But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman."
+"I am sorry," said the conductor; "but we shall be off at once. There's the bell ringing now."
+The train started.
+"I'm really very sorry, gentlemen," said the conductor. "Under any other circumstances I should have been happy to oblige you. But, after all, as you have not had time to fight here, why not fight as we go along?"
+"That wouldn't be convenient, perhaps, for this gentleman," said the colonel, in a jeering tone.
+"It would be perfectly so," replied Phileas Fogg.
+"Well, we are really in America," thought Passepartout, "and the conductor is a gentleman of the first order!"
+So muttering, he followed his master.
+The two combatants, their seconds, and the conductor passed through the cars to the rear of the train. The last car was only occupied by a dozen passengers, whom the conductor politely asked if they would not be so kind as to leave it vacant for a few moments, as two gentlemen had an affair of honour to settle. The passengers granted the request with alacrity, and straightway disappeared on the platform.
+The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very convenient for their purpose. The adversaries might march on each other in the aisle, and fire at their ease. Never was duel more easily arranged. Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor, each provided with two six-barrelled revolvers, entered the car. The seconds, remaining outside, shut them in. They were to begin firing at the first whistle of the locomotive. After an interval of two minutes, what remained of the two gentlemen would be taken from the car.
+Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so simple that Fix and Passepartout felt their hearts beating as if they would crack. They were listening for the whistle agreed upon, when suddenly savage cries resounded in the air, accompanied by reports which certainly did not issue from the car where the duellists were. The reports continued in front and the whole length of the train. Cries of terror proceeded from the interior of the cars.
+Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand, hastily quitted their prison, and rushed forward where the noise was most clamorous. They then perceived that the train was attacked by a band of Sioux.
+This was not the first attempt of these daring Indians, for more than once they had waylaid trains on the road. A hundred of them had, according to their habit, jumped upon the steps without stopping the train, with the ease of a clown mounting a horse at full gallop.
+The Sioux were armed with guns, from which came the reports, to which the passengers, who were almost all armed, responded by revolver-shots. The Indians had first mounted the engine, and half stunned the engineer and stoker with blows from their muskets. A Sioux chief, wishing to stop the train, but not knowing how to work the regulator, had opened wide instead of closing the steam-valve, and the locomotive was plunging forward with terrific velocity.
+The Sioux had at the same time invaded the cars, skipping like enraged monkeys over the roofs, thrusting open the doors, and fighting hand to hand with the passengers. Penetrating the baggage-car, they pillaged it, throwing the trunks out of the train. The cries and shots were constant. The travellers defended themselves bravely; some of the cars were barricaded, and sustained a siege, like moving forts, carried along at a speed of a hundred miles an hour.
+Aouda behaved courageously from the first. She defended herself like a true heroine with a revolver, which she shot through the broken windows whenever a savage made his appearance. Twenty Sioux had fallen mortally wounded to the ground, and the wheels crushed those who fell upon the rails as if they had been worms.
+Several passengers, shot or stunned, lay on the seats.
+It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, which had lasted for ten minutes, and which would result in the triumph of the Sioux if the train was not stopped. Fort Kearney station, where there was a garrison, was only two miles distant; but, that once passed, the Sioux would be masters of the train between Fort Kearney and the station beyond.
+The conductor was fighting beside Mr. Fogg, when he was shot and fell. At the same moment he cried, "Unless the train is stopped in five minutes, we are lost!"
+"It shall be stopped," said Phileas Fogg, preparing to rush from the car.
+"Stay, monsieur," cried Passepartout; "I will go."
+Mr. Fogg had not time to stop the brave fellow, who, opening a door unperceived by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under the car; and while the struggle continued and the balls whizzed across each other over his head, he made use of his old acrobatic experience, and with amazing agility worked his way under the cars, holding on to the chains, aiding himself by the brakes and edges of the sashes, creeping from one car to another with marvellous skill, and thus gaining the forward end of the train.
+There, suspended by one hand between the baggage-car and the tender, with the other he loosened the safety chains; but, owing to the traction, he would never have succeeded in unscrewing the yoking-bar, had not a violent concussion jolted this bar out. The train, now detached from the engine, remained a little behind, whilst the locomotive rushed forward with increased speed.
+Carried on by the force already acquired, the train still moved for several minutes; but the brakes were worked and at last they stopped, less than a hundred feet from Kearney station.
+The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the shots, hurried up; the Sioux had not expected them, and decamped in a body before the train entirely stopped.
+But when the passengers counted each other on the station platform several were found missing; among others the courageous Frenchman, whose devotion had just saved them.
+Chapter XXX IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY
+Three passengers including Passepartout had disappeared. Had they been killed in the struggle? Were they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was impossible to tell.
+There were many wounded, but none mortally. Colonel Proctor was one of the most seriously hurt; he had fought bravely, and a ball had entered his groin. He was carried into the station with the other wounded passengers, to receive such attention as could be of avail.
+Aouda was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was slightly wounded in the arm. But Passepartout was not to be found, and tears coursed down Aouda's cheeks.
+All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of which were stained with blood. From the tyres and spokes hung ragged pieces of flesh. As far as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red trails were visible. The last Sioux were disappearing in the south, along the banks of Republican River.
+Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. He had a serious decision to make. Aouda, standing near him, looked at him without speaking, and he understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner, ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from the Indians?
+"I will find him, living or dead," said he quietly to Aouda.
+"Ah, Mr.--Mr. Fogg!" cried she, clasping his hands and covering them with tears.
+"Living," added Mr. Fogg, "if we do not lose a moment."
+Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed himself; he pronounced his own doom. The delay of a single day would make him lose the steamer at New York, and his bet would be certainly lost. But as he thought, "It is my duty," he did not hesitate.
+The commanding officer of Fort Kearney was there. A hundred of his soldiers had placed themselves in a position to defend the station, should the Sioux attack it.
+"Sir," said Mr. Fogg to the captain, "three passengers have disappeared."
+"Dead?" asked the captain.
+"Dead or prisoners; that is the uncertainty which must be solved. Do you propose to pursue the Sioux?"
+"That's a serious thing to do, sir," returned the captain. "These Indians may retreat beyond the Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort unprotected."
+"The lives of three men are in question, sir," said Phileas Fogg.
+"Doubtless; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to save three?"
+"I don't know whether you can, sir; but you ought to do so."
+"Nobody here," returned the other, "has a right to teach me my duty."
+"Very well," said Mr. Fogg, coldly. "I will go alone."
+"You, sir!" cried Fix, coming up; "you go alone in pursuit of the Indians?"
+"Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish--him to whom every one present owes his life? I shall go."
+"No, sir, you shall not go alone," cried the captain, touched in spite of himself. "No! you are a brave man. Thirty volunteers!" he added, turning to the soldiers.
+The whole company started forward at once. The captain had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old sergeant placed at their head.
+"Thanks, captain," said Mr. Fogg.
+"Will you let me go with you?" asked Fix.
+"Do as you please, sir. But if you wish to do me a favour, you will remain with Aouda. In case anything should happen to me--"
+A sudden pallor overspread the detective's face. Separate himself from the man whom he had so persistently followed step by step! Leave him to wander about in this desert! Fix gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and, despite his suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within him, he lowered his eyes before that calm and frank look.
+"I will stay," said he.
+A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young woman's hand, and, having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little squad. But, before going, he had said to the soldiers, "My friends, I will divide five thousand dollars among you, if we save the prisoners."
+It was then a little past noon. Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited alone, thinking of the simple and noble generosity, the tranquil courage of Phileas Fogg. He had sacrificed his fortune, and was now risking his life, all without hesitation, from duty, in silence.
+Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely conceal his agitation. He walked feverishly up and down the platform, but soon resumed his outward composure. He now saw the folly of which he had been guilty in letting Fogg go alone. What! This man, whom he had just followed around the world, was permitted now to separate himself from him! He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as if he were director of police, administered to himself a sound lecture for his greenness.
+"I have been an idiot!" he thought, "and this man will see it. He has gone, and won't come back! But how is it that I, Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant for his arrest, have been so fascinated by him? Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass!"
+So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all too slowly. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt how the young woman would receive his confidences. What course should he take? He thought of pursuing Fogg across the vast white plains; it did not seem impossible that he might overtake him. Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But soon, under a new sheet, every imprint would be effaced.
+Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmountable longing to abandon the game altogether. He could now leave Fort Kearney station, and pursue his journey homeward in peace.
+Towards two o'clock in the afternoon, while it was snowing hard, long whistles were heard approaching from the east. A great shadow, preceded by a wild light, slowly advanced, appearing still larger through the mist, which gave it a fantastic aspect. No train was expected from the east, neither had there been time for the succour asked for by telegraph to arrive; the train from Omaha to San Francisco was not due till the next day. The mystery was soon explained.
+The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with deafening whistles, was that which, having been detached from the train, had continued its route with such terrific rapidity, carrying off the unconscious engineer and stoker. It had run several miles, when, the fire becoming low for want of fuel, the steam had slackened; and it had finally stopped an hour after, some twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither the engineer nor the stoker was dead, and, after remaining for some time in their swoon, had come to themselves.
+The train had then stopped. The engineer, when he found himself in the desert, and the locomotive without cars, understood what had happened. He could not imagine how the locomotive had become separated from the train; but he did not doubt that the train left behind was in distress.
+He did not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent to continue on to Omaha, for it would be dangerous to return to the train, which the Indians might still be engaged in pillaging. Nevertheless, he began to rebuild the fire in the furnace; the pressure again mounted, and the locomotive returned, running backwards to Fort Kearney. This it was which was whistling in the mist.
+The travellers were glad to see the locomotive resume its place at the head of the train. They could now continue the journey so terribly interrupted.
+Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried out of the station, and asked the conductor, "Are you going to start?"
+"At once, madam."
+"But the prisoners, our unfortunate fellow-travellers--"
+"I cannot interrupt the trip," replied the conductor. "We are already three hours behind time."
+"And when will another train pass here from San Francisco?"
+"To-morrow evening, madam."
+"To-morrow evening! But then it will be too late! We must wait--"
+"It is impossible," responded the conductor. "If you wish to go, please get in."
+"I will not go," said Aouda. Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before, when there was no prospect of proceeding on the journey, he had made up his mind to leave Fort Kearney; but now that the train was there, ready to start, and he had only to take his seat in the car, an irresistible influence held him back. The station platform burned his feet, and he could not stir. The conflict in his mind again began; anger and failure stifled him. He wished to struggle on to the end.
+Meanwhile the passengers and some of the wounded, among them Colonel Proctor, whose injuries were serious, had taken their places in the train. The buzzing of the over-heated boiler was heard, and the steam was escaping from the valves. The engineer whistled, the train started, and soon disappeared, mingling its white smoke with the eddies of the densely falling snow.
+Several hours passed. The weather was dismal, and it was very cold. Fix sat motionless on a bench in the station; he might have been thought asleep. Aouda, despite the storm, kept coming out of the waiting-room, going to the end of the platform, and peering through the tempest of snow, as if to pierce the mist which narrowed the horizon around her, and to hear, if possible, some welcome sound. She heard and saw nothing. Then she would return, chilled through, to issue out again after the lapse of a few moments, but always in vain.
+Evening came, and the little band had not returned. Where could they be? Had they found the Indians, and were they having a conflict with them, or were they still wandering amid the mist? The commander of the fort was anxious, though he tried to conceal his apprehensions. As night approached, the snow fell less plentifully, but it became intensely cold. Absolute silence rested on the plains. Neither flight of bird nor passing of beast troubled the perfect calm.
+Throughout the night Aouda, full of sad forebodings, her heart stifled with anguish, wandered about on the verge of the plains. Her imagination carried her far off, and showed her innumerable dangers. What she suffered through the long hours it would be impossible to describe.
+Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did not sleep. Once a man approached and spoke to him, and the detective merely replied by shaking his head.
+Thus the night passed. At dawn, the half-extinguished disc of the sun rose above a misty horizon; but it was now possible to recognise objects two miles off. Phileas Fogg and the squad had gone southward; in the south all was still vacancy. It was then seven o'clock.
+The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know what course to take. Should he send another detachment to the rescue of the first? Should he sacrifice more men, with so few chances of saving those already sacrificed? His hesitation did not last long, however. Calling one of his lieutenants, he was on the point of ordering a reconnaissance, when gunshots were heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers rushed out of the fort, and half a mile off they perceived a little band returning in good order.
+Mr. Fogg was marching at their head, and just behind him were Passepartout and the other two travellers, rescued from the Sioux.
+They had met and fought the Indians ten miles south of Fort Kearney. Shortly before the detachment arrived, Passepartout and his companions had begun to struggle with their captors, three of whom the Frenchman had felled with his fists, when his master and the soldiers hastened up to their relief.
+All were welcomed with joyful cries. Phileas Fogg distributed the reward he had promised to the soldiers, while Passepartout, not without reason, muttered to himself, "It must certainly be confessed that I cost my master dear!"
+Fix, without saying a word, looked at Mr. Fogg, and it would have been difficult to analyse the thoughts which struggled within him. As for Aouda, she took her protector's hand and pressed it in her own, too much moved to speak.
+Meanwhile, Passepartout was looking about for the train; he thought he should find it there, ready to start for Omaha, and he hoped that the time lost might be regained.
+"The train! the train!" cried he.
+"Gone," replied Fix.
+"And when does the next train pass here?" said Phileas Fogg.
+"Not till this evening."
+"Ah!" returned the impassible gentleman quietly.
+Chapter XXXI IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG
+Phileas Fogg found himself twenty hours behind time. Passepartout, the involuntary cause of this delay, was desperate. He had ruined his master!
+At this moment the detective approached Mr. Fogg, and, looking him intently in the face, said:
+"Seriously, sir, are you in great haste?"
+"Quite seriously."
+"I have a purpose in asking," resumed Fix. "Is it absolutely necessary that you should be in New York on the 11th, before nine o'clock in the evening, the time that the steamer leaves for Liverpool?"
+"It is absolutely necessary."
+"And, if your journey had not been interrupted by these Indians, you would have reached New York on the morning of the 11th?"
+"Yes; with eleven hours to spare before the steamer left."
+"Good! you are therefore twenty hours behind. Twelve from twenty leaves eight. You must regain eight hours. Do you wish to try to do so?"
+"On foot?" asked Mr. Fogg.
+"No; on a sledge," replied Fix. "On a sledge with sails. A man has proposed such a method to me."
+It was the man who had spoken to Fix during the night, and whose offer he had refused.
+Phileas Fogg did not reply at once; but Fix, having pointed out the man, who was walking up and down in front of the station, Mr. Fogg went up to him. An instant after, Mr. Fogg and the American, whose name was Mudge, entered a hut built just below the fort.
+There Mr. Fogg examined a curious vehicle, a kind of frame on two long beams, a little raised in front like the runners of a sledge, and upon which there was room for five or six persons. A high mast was fixed on the frame, held firmly by metallic lashings, to which was attached a large brigantine sail. This mast held an iron stay upon which to hoist a jib-sail. Behind, a sort of rudder served to guide the vehicle. It was, in short, a sledge rigged like a sloop. During the winter, when the trains are blocked up by the snow, these sledges make extremely rapid journeys across the frozen plains from one station to another. Provided with more sails than a cutter, and with the wind behind them, they slip over the surface of the prairies with a speed equal if not superior to that of the express trains.
+Mr. Fogg readily made a bargain with the owner of this land-craft. The wind was favourable, being fresh, and blowing from the west. The snow had hardened, and Mudge was very confident of being able to transport Mr. Fogg in a few hours to Omaha. Thence the trains eastward run frequently to Chicago and New York. It was not impossible that the lost time might yet be recovered; and such an opportunity was not to be rejected.
+Not wishing to expose Aouda to the discomforts of travelling in the open air, Mr. Fogg proposed to leave her with Passepartout at Fort Kearney, the servant taking upon himself to escort her to Europe by a better route and under more favourable conditions. But Aouda refused to separate from Mr. Fogg, and Passepartout was delighted with her decision; for nothing could induce him to leave his master while Fix was with him.
+It would be difficult to guess the detective's thoughts. Was this conviction shaken by Phileas Fogg's return, or did he still regard him as an exceedingly shrewd rascal, who, his journey round the world completed, would think himself absolutely safe in England? Perhaps Fix's opinion of Phileas Fogg was somewhat modified; but he was nevertheless resolved to do his duty, and to hasten the return of the whole party to England as much as possible.
+At eight o'clock the sledge was ready to start. The passengers took their places on it, and wrapped themselves up closely in their travelling-cloaks. The two great sails were hoisted, and under the pressure of the wind the sledge slid over the hardened snow with a velocity of forty miles an hour.
+The distance between Fort Kearney and Omaha, as the birds fly, is at most two hundred miles. If the wind held good, the distance might be traversed in five hours; if no accident happened the sledge might reach Omaha by one o'clock.
+What a journey! The travellers, huddled close together, could not speak for the cold, intensified by the rapidity at which they were going. The sledge sped on as lightly as a boat over the waves. When the breeze came skimming the earth the sledge seemed to be lifted off the ground by its sails. Mudge, who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a tendency to make. All the sails were up, and the jib was so arranged as not to screen the brigantine. A top-mast was hoisted, and another jib, held out to the wind, added its force to the other sails. Although the speed could not be exactly estimated, the sledge could not be going at less than forty miles an hour.
+"If nothing breaks," said Mudge, "we shall get there!"
+Mr. Fogg had made it for Mudge's interest to reach Omaha within the time agreed on, by the offer of a handsome reward.
+The prairie, across which the sledge was moving in a straight line, was as flat as a sea. It seemed like a vast frozen lake. The railroad which ran through this section ascended from the south-west to the north-west by Great Island, Columbus, an important Nebraska town, Schuyler, and Fremont, to Omaha. It followed throughout the right bank of the Platte River. The sledge, shortening this route, took a chord of the arc described by the railway. Mudge was not afraid of being stopped by the Platte River, because it was frozen. The road, then, was quite clear of obstacles, and Phileas Fogg had but two things to fear--an accident to the sledge, and a change or calm in the wind.
+But the breeze, far from lessening its force, blew as if to bend the mast, which, however, the metallic lashings held firmly. These lashings, like the chords of a stringed instrument, resounded as if vibrated by a violin bow. The sledge slid along in the midst of a plaintively intense melody.
+"Those chords give the fifth and the octave," said Mr. Fogg.
+These were the only words he uttered during the journey. Aouda, cosily packed in furs and cloaks, was sheltered as much as possible from the attacks of the freezing wind. As for Passepartout, his face was as red as the sun's disc when it sets in the mist, and he laboriously inhaled the biting air. With his natural buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope again. They would reach New York on the evening, if not on the morning, of the 11th, and there was still some chances that it would be before the steamer sailed for Liverpool.
+Passepartout even felt a strong desire to grasp his ally, Fix, by the hand. He remembered that it was the detective who procured the sledge, the only means of reaching Omaha in time; but, checked by some presentiment, he kept his usual reserve. One thing, however, Passepartout would never forget, and that was the sacrifice which Mr. Fogg had made, without hesitation, to rescue him from the Sioux. Mr. Fogg had risked his fortune and his life. No! His servant would never forget that!
+While each of the party was absorbed in reflections so different, the sledge flew past over the vast carpet of snow. The creeks it passed over were not perceived. Fields and streams disappeared under the uniform whiteness. The plain was absolutely deserted. Between the Union Pacific road and the branch which unites Kearney with Saint Joseph it formed a great uninhabited island. Neither village, station, nor fort appeared. From time to time they sped by some phantom-like tree, whose white skeleton twisted and rattled in the wind. Sometimes flocks of wild birds rose, or bands of gaunt, famished, ferocious prairie-wolves ran howling after the sledge. Passepartout, revolver in hand, held himself ready to fire on those which came too near. Had an accident then happened to the sledge, the travellers, attacked by these beasts, would have been in the most terrible danger; but it held on its even course, soon gained on the wolves, and ere long left the howling band at a safe distance behind.
+About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks that he was crossing the Platte River. He said nothing, but he felt certain that he was now within twenty miles of Omaha.
+In less than an hour he left the rudder and furled his sails, whilst the sledge, carried forward by the great impetus the wind had given it, went on half a mile further with its sails unspread. It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of roofs white with snow, said: "We have got there!"
+Arrived! Arrived at the station which is in daily communication, by numerous trains, with the Atlantic seaboard!
+Passepartout and Fix jumped off, stretched their stiffened limbs, and aided Mr. Fogg and the young woman to descend from the sledge. Phileas Fogg generously rewarded Mudge, whose hand Passepartout warmly grasped, and the party directed their steps to the Omaha railway station.
+The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.
+A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.
+The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.
+Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line.
+The China, for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour before!
+Chapter XXXII IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT STRUGGLE WITH BAD FORTUNE
+The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope.
+None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.
+
+Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.
+Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow. Come."
+The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.
+The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.
+Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone, after giving Passepartout instructions to await his return, and inform Aouda to be ready at an instant's notice. He proceeded to the banks of the Hudson, and looked about among the vessels moored or anchored in the river, for any that were about to depart. Several had departure signals, and were preparing to put to sea at morning tide; for in this immense and admirable port there is not one day in a hundred that vessels do not set out for every quarter of the globe. But they were mostly sailing vessels, of which, of course, Phileas Fogg could make no use.
+He seemed about to give up all hope, when he espied, anchored at the Battery, a cable's length off at most, a trading vessel, with a screw, well-shaped, whose funnel, puffing a cloud of smoke, indicated that she was getting ready for departure.
+Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got into it, and soon found himself on board the Henrietta, iron-hulled, wood-built above. He ascended to the deck, and asked for the captain, who forthwith presented himself.
+He was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-wolf, with big eyes, a complexion of oxidised copper, red hair and thick neck, and a growling voice.
+"The captain?" asked Mr. Fogg.
+"I am the captain."
+"I am Phileas Fogg, of London."
+"And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff."
+"You are going to put to sea?"
+"In an hour."
+"You are bound for--"
+"Bordeaux."
+"And your cargo?"
+"No freight. Going in ballast."
+"Have you any passengers?"
+"No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in the way."
+"Is your vessel a swift one?"
+"Between eleven and twelve knots. The Henrietta, well known."
+"Will you carry me and three other persons to Liverpool?"
+"To Liverpool? Why not to China?"
+"I said Liverpool."
+"No!"
+"No?"
+"No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to Bordeaux."
+"Money is no object?"
+"None."
+The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.
+"But the owners of the Henrietta--" resumed Phileas Fogg.
+"The owners are myself," replied the captain. "The vessel belongs to me."
+"I will freight it for you."
+"No."
+"I will buy it of you."
+"No."
+Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment; but the situation was a grave one. It was not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain of the Henrietta as with the captain of the Tankadere. Up to this time money had smoothed away every obstacle. Now money failed.
+Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on a boat, unless by balloon--which would have been venturesome, besides not being capable of being put in practice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for he said to the captain,
+"Well, will you carry me to Bordeaux?"
+"No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars."
+"I offer you two thousand."
+"Apiece?"
+"Apiece."
+"And there are four of you?"
+"Four."
+Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There were eight thousand dollars to gain, without changing his route; for which it was well worth conquering the repugnance he had for all kinds of passengers. Besides, passengers at two thousand dollars are no longer passengers, but valuable merchandise. "I start at nine o'clock," said Captain Speedy, simply. "Are you and your party ready?"
+"We will be on board at nine o'clock," replied, no less simply, Mr. Fogg.
+It was half-past eight. To disembark from the Henrietta, jump into a hack, hurry to the St. Nicholas, and return with Aouda, Passepartout, and even the inseparable Fix was the work of a brief time, and was performed by Mr. Fogg with the coolness which never abandoned him. They were on board when the Henrietta made ready to weigh anchor.
+When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was going to cost, he uttered a prolonged "Oh!" which extended throughout his vocal gamut.
+As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of England would certainly not come out of this affair well indemnified. When they reached England, even if Mr. Fogg did not throw some handfuls of bank-bills into the sea, more than seven thousand pounds would have been spent!
+Chapter XXXIII IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO THE OCCASION
+An hour after, the Henrietta passed the lighthouse which marks the entrance of the Hudson, turned the point of Sandy Hook, and put to sea. During the day she skirted Long Island, passed Fire Island, and directed her course rapidly eastward.
+At noon the next day, a man mounted the bridge to ascertain the vessel's position. It might be thought that this was Captain Speedy. Not the least in the world. It was Phileas Fogg, Esquire. As for Captain Speedy, he was shut up in his cabin under lock and key, and was uttering loud cries, which signified an anger at once pardonable and excessive.
+What had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg wished to go to Liverpool, but the captain would not carry him there. Then Phileas Fogg had taken passage for Bordeaux, and, during the thirty hours he had been on board, had so shrewdly managed with his banknotes that the sailors and stokers, who were only an occasional crew, and were not on the best terms with the captain, went over to him in a body. This was why Phileas Fogg was in command instead of Captain Speedy; why the captain was a prisoner in his cabin; and why, in short, the Henrietta was directing her course towards Liverpool. It was very clear, to see Mr. Fogg manage the craft, that he had been a sailor.
+How the adventure ended will be seen anon. Aouda was anxious, though she said nothing. As for Passepartout, he thought Mr. Fogg's manoeuvre simply glorious.
+The captain had said "between eleven and twelve knots," and the Henrietta confirmed his prediction.
+If, then--for there were "ifs" still--the sea did not become too boisterous, if the wind did not veer round to the east, if no accident happened to the boat or its machinery, the Henrietta might cross the three thousand miles from New York to Liverpool in the nine days, between the 12th and the 21st of December. It is true that, once arrived, the affair on board the Henrietta, added to that of the Bank of England, might create more difficulties for Mr. Fogg than he imagined or could desire.
+During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.
+Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.
+Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.
+As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.
+On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.
+This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.
+Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.
+The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.
+The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.
+On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, "You are certain of what you tell me?"
+"Certain, sir," replied the engineer. "You must remember that, since we started, we have kept up hot fires in all our furnaces, and, though we had coal enough to go on short steam from New York to Bordeaux, we haven't enough to go with all steam from New York to Liverpool." "I will consider," replied Mr. Fogg.
+Passepartout understood it all; he was seized with mortal anxiety. The coal was giving out! "Ah, if my master can get over that," muttered he, "he'll be a famous man!" He could not help imparting to Fix what he had overheard.
+"Then you believe that we really are going to Liverpool?"
+"Of course."
+"Ass!" replied the detective, shrugging his shoulders and turning on his heel.
+Passepartout was on the point of vigorously resenting the epithet, the reason of which he could not for the life of him comprehend; but he reflected that the unfortunate Fix was probably very much disappointed and humiliated in his self-esteem, after having so awkwardly followed a false scent around the world, and refrained.
+And now what course would Phileas Fogg adopt? It was difficult to imagine. Nevertheless he seemed to have decided upon one, for that evening he sent for the engineer, and said to him, "Feed all the fires until the coal is exhausted."
+A few moments after, the funnel of the Henrietta vomited forth torrents of smoke. The vessel continued to proceed with all steam on; but on the 18th, the engineer, as he had predicted, announced that the coal would give out in the course of the day.
+"Do not let the fires go down," replied Mr. Fogg. "Keep them up to the last. Let the valves be filled."
+Towards noon Phileas Fogg, having ascertained their position, called Passepartout, and ordered him to go for Captain Speedy. It was as if the honest fellow had been commanded to unchain a tiger. He went to the poop, saying to himself, "He will be like a madman!"
+In a few moments, with cries and oaths, a bomb appeared on the poop-deck. The bomb was Captain Speedy. It was clear that he was on the point of bursting. "Where are we?" were the first words his anger permitted him to utter. Had the poor man been an apoplectic, he could never have recovered from his paroxysm of wrath.
+"Where are we?" he repeated, with purple face.
+"Seven hundred and seven miles from Liverpool," replied Mr. Fogg, with imperturbable calmness.
+"Pirate!" cried Captain Speedy.
+"I have sent for you, sir--"
+"Pickaroon!"
+"--sir," continued Mr. Fogg, "to ask you to sell me your vessel."
+"No! By all the devils, no!"
+"But I shall be obliged to burn her."
+"Burn the Henrietta!"
+"Yes; at least the upper part of her. The coal has given out."
+"Burn my vessel!" cried Captain Speedy, who could scarcely pronounce the words. "A vessel worth fifty thousand dollars!"
+"Here are sixty thousand," replied Phileas Fogg, handing the captain a roll of bank-bills. This had a prodigious effect on Andrew Speedy. An American can scarcely remain unmoved at the sight of sixty thousand dollars. The captain forgot in an instant his anger, his imprisonment, and all his grudges against his passenger. The Henrietta was twenty years old; it was a great bargain. The bomb would not go off after all. Mr. Fogg had taken away the match.
+"The iron hull and the engine. Is it agreed?"
+"Agreed."
+And Andrew Speedy, seizing the banknotes, counted them and consigned them to his pocket.
+During this colloquy, Passepartout was as white as a sheet, and Fix seemed on the point of having an apoplectic fit. Nearly twenty thousand pounds had been expended, and Fogg left the hull and engine to the captain, that is, near the whole value of the craft! It was true, however, that fifty-five thousand pounds had been stolen from the Bank.
+When Andrew Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg said to him, "Don't let this astonish you, sir. You must know that I shall lose twenty thousand pounds, unless I arrive in London by a quarter before nine on the evening of the 21st of December. I missed the steamer at New York, and as you refused to take me to Liverpool--"
+"And I did well!" cried Andrew Speedy; "for I have gained at least forty thousand dollars by it!" He added, more sedately, "Do you know one thing, Captain--"
+"Fogg."
+"Captain Fogg, you've got something of the Yankee about you."
+And, having paid his passenger what he considered a high compliment, he was going away, when Mr. Fogg said, "The vessel now belongs to me?"
+"Certainly, from the keel to the truck of the masts--all the wood, that is."
+"Very well. Have the interior seats, bunks, and frames pulled down, and burn them."
+It was necessary to have dry wood to keep the steam up to the adequate pressure, and on that day the poop, cabins, bunks, and the spare deck were sacrificed. On the next day, the 19th of December, the masts, rafts, and spars were burned; the crew worked lustily, keeping up the fires. Passepartout hewed, cut, and sawed away with all his might. There was a perfect rage for demolition.
+The railings, fittings, the greater part of the deck, and top sides disappeared on the 20th, and the Henrietta was now only a flat hulk.
+But on this day they sighted the Irish coast and Fastnet Light. By ten in the evening they were passing Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had only twenty-four hours more in which to get to London; that length of time was necessary to reach Liverpool, with all steam on. And the steam was about to give out altogether!
+"Sir," said Captain Speedy, who was now deeply interested in Mr. Fogg's project, "I really commiserate you. Everything is against you. We are only opposite Queenstown."
+"Ah," said Mr. Fogg, "is that place where we see the lights Queenstown?"
+"Yes."
+"Can we enter the harbour?"
+"Not under three hours. Only at high tide."
+"Stay," replied Mr. Fogg calmly, without betraying in his features that by a supreme inspiration he was about to attempt once more to conquer ill-fortune.
+Queenstown is the Irish port at which the trans-Atlantic steamers stop to put off the mails. These mails are carried to Dublin by express trains always held in readiness to start; from Dublin they are sent on to Liverpool by the most rapid boats, and thus gain twelve hours on the Atlantic steamers.
+Phileas Fogg counted on gaining twelve hours in the same way. Instead of arriving at Liverpool the next evening by the Henrietta, he would be there by noon, and would therefore have time to reach London before a quarter before nine in the evening.
+The Henrietta entered Queenstown Harbour at one o'clock in the morning, it then being high tide; and Phileas Fogg, after being grasped heartily by the hand by Captain Speedy, left that gentleman on the levelled hulk of his craft, which was still worth half what he had sold it for.
+The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly tempted to arrest Mr. Fogg on the spot; but he did not. Why? What struggle was going on within him? Had he changed his mind about "his man"? Did he understand that he had made a grave mistake? He did not, however, abandon Mr. Fogg. They all got upon the train, which was just ready to start, at half-past one; at dawn of day they were in Dublin; and they lost no time in embarking on a steamer which, disdaining to rise upon the waves, invariably cut through them.
+Phileas Fogg at last disembarked on the Liverpool quay, at twenty minutes before twelve, 21st December. He was only six hours distant from London.
+But at this moment Fix came up, put his hand upon Mr. Fogg's shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said, "You are really Phileas Fogg?"
+"I am."
+"I arrest you in the Queen's name!"
+Chapter XXXIV IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON
+Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in the Custom House, and he was to be transferred to London the next day.
+Passepartout, when he saw his master arrested, would have fallen upon Fix had he not been held back by some policemen. Aouda was thunderstruck at the suddenness of an event which she could not understand. Passepartout explained to her how it was that the honest and courageous Fogg was arrested as a robber. The young woman's heart revolted against so heinous a charge, and when she saw that she could attempt to do nothing to save her protector, she wept bitterly.
+As for Fix, he had arrested Mr. Fogg because it was his duty, whether Mr. Fogg were guilty or not.
+The thought then struck Passepartout, that he was the cause of this new misfortune! Had he not concealed Fix's errand from his master? When Fix revealed his true character and purpose, why had he not told Mr. Fogg? If the latter had been warned, he would no doubt have given Fix proof of his innocence, and satisfied him of his mistake; at least, Fix would not have continued his journey at the expense and on the heels of his master, only to arrest him the moment he set foot on English soil. Passepartout wept till he was blind, and felt like blowing his brains out.
+Aouda and he had remained, despite the cold, under the portico of the Custom House. Neither wished to leave the place; both were anxious to see Mr. Fogg again.
+That gentleman was really ruined, and that at the moment when he was about to attain his end. This arrest was fatal. Having arrived at Liverpool at twenty minutes before twelve on the 21st of December, he had till a quarter before nine that evening to reach the Reform Club, that is, nine hours and a quarter; the journey from Liverpool to London was six hours.
+If anyone, at this moment, had entered the Custom House, he would have found Mr. Fogg seated, motionless, calm, and without apparent anger, upon a wooden bench. He was not, it is true, resigned; but this last blow failed to force him into an outward betrayal of any emotion. Was he being devoured by one of those secret rages, all the more terrible because contained, and which only burst forth, with an irresistible force, at the last moment? No one could tell. There he sat, calmly waiting--for what? Did he still cherish hope? Did he still believe, now that the door of this prison was closed upon him, that he would succeed?
+However that may have been, Mr. Fogg carefully put his watch upon the table, and observed its advancing hands. Not a word escaped his lips, but his look was singularly set and stern. The situation, in any event, was a terrible one, and might be thus stated: if Phileas Fogg was honest he was ruined; if he was a knave, he was caught.
+Did escape occur to him? Did he examine to see if there were any practicable outlet from his prison? Did he think of escaping from it? Possibly; for once he walked slowly around the room. But the door was locked, and the window heavily barred with iron rods. He sat down again, and drew his journal from his pocket. On the line where these words were written, "21st December, Saturday, Liverpool," he added, "80th day, 11.40 a.m.," and waited.
+The Custom House clock struck one. Mr. Fogg observed that his watch was two hours too fast.
+Two hours! Admitting that he was at this moment taking an express train, he could reach London and the Reform Club by a quarter before nine, p.m. His forehead slightly wrinkled.
+At thirty-three minutes past two he heard a singular noise outside, then a hasty opening of doors. Passepartout's voice was audible, and immediately after that of Fix. Phileas Fogg's eyes brightened for an instant.
+The door swung open, and he saw Passepartout, Aouda, and Fix, who hurried towards him.
+Fix was out of breath, and his hair was in disorder. He could not speak. "Sir," he stammered, "sir--forgive me--most--unfortunate resemblance--robber arrested three days ago--you are free!"
+Phileas Fogg was free! He walked to the detective, looked him steadily in the face, and with the only rapid motion he had ever made in his life, or which he ever would make, drew back his arms, and with the precision of a machine knocked Fix down.
+"Well hit!" cried Passepartout, "Parbleu! that's what you might call a good application of English fists!" Fix, who found himself on the floor, did not utter a word. He had only received his deserts. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout left the Custom House without delay, got into a cab, and in a few moments descended at the station.
+Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train about to leave for London.
+It was forty minutes past two. The express train had left thirty-five minutes before. Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train.
+There were several rapid locomotives on hand; but the railway arrangements did not permit the special train to leave until three o'clock.
+At that hour Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the engineer by the offer of a generous reward, at last set out towards London with Aouda and his faithful servant.
+It was necessary to make the journey in five hours and a half; and this would have been easy on a clear road throughout. But there were forced delays, and when Mr. Fogg stepped from the train at the terminus, all the clocks in London were striking ten minutes before nine.
+Having made the tour of the world, he was behind-hand five minutes. He had lost the wager!
+Chapter XXXV IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT HIS ORDERS TO PASSEPARTOUT TWICE
+The dwellers in Saville Row would have been surprised the next day, if they had been told that Phileas Fogg had returned home. His doors and windows were still closed, no appearance of change was visible.
+After leaving the station, Mr. Fogg gave Passepartout instructions to purchase some provisions, and quietly went to his domicile.
+He bore his misfortune with his habitual tranquillity. Ruined! And by the blundering of the detective! After having steadily traversed that long journey, overcome a hundred obstacles, braved many dangers, and still found time to do some good on his way, to fail near the goal by a sudden event which he could not have foreseen, and against which he was unarmed; it was terrible! But a few pounds were left of the large sum he had carried with him. There only remained of his fortune the twenty thousand pounds deposited at Barings, and this amount he owed to his friends of the Reform Club. So great had been the expense of his tour that, even had he won, it would not have enriched him; and it is probable that he had not sought to enrich himself, being a man who rather laid wagers for honour's sake than for the stake proposed. But this wager totally ruined him. Mr. Fogg's course, however, was fully decided upon; he knew what remained for him to do.
+A room in the house in Saville Row was set apart for Aouda, who was overwhelmed with grief at her protector's misfortune. From the words which Mr. Fogg dropped, she saw that he was meditating some serious project.
+Knowing that Englishmen governed by a fixed idea sometimes resort to the desperate expedient of suicide, Passepartout kept a narrow watch upon his master, though he carefully concealed the appearance of so doing.
+First of all, the worthy fellow had gone up to his room, and had extinguished the gas burner, which had been burning for eighty days. He had found in the letter-box a bill from the gas company, and he thought it more than time to put a stop to this expense, which he had been doomed to bear.
+The night passed. Mr. Fogg went to bed, but did he sleep? Aouda did not once close her eyes. Passepartout watched all night, like a faithful dog, at his master's door.
+Mr. Fogg called him in the morning, and told him to get Aouda's breakfast, and a cup of tea and a chop for himself. He desired Aouda to excuse him from breakfast and dinner, as his time would be absorbed all day in putting his affairs to rights. In the evening he would ask permission to have a few moment's conversation with the young lady.
+Passepartout, having received his orders, had nothing to do but obey them. He looked at his imperturbable master, and could scarcely bring his mind to leave him. His heart was full, and his conscience tortured by remorse; for he accused himself more bitterly than ever of being the cause of the irretrievable disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg, and had betrayed Fix's projects to him, his master would certainly not have given the detective passage to Liverpool, and then--
+Passepartout could hold in no longer.
+"My master! Mr. Fogg!" he cried, "why do you not curse me? It was my fault that--"
+"I blame no one," returned Phileas Fogg, with perfect calmness. "Go!"
+Passepartout left the room, and went to find Aouda, to whom he delivered his master's message.
+"Madam," he added, "I can do nothing myself--nothing! I have no influence over my master; but you, perhaps--"
+"What influence could I have?" replied Aouda. "Mr. Fogg is influenced by no one. Has he ever understood that my gratitude to him is overflowing? Has he ever read my heart? My friend, he must not be left alone an instant! You say he is going to speak with me this evening?"
+"Yes, madam; probably to arrange for your protection and comfort in England."
+"We shall see," replied Aouda, becoming suddenly pensive.
+Throughout this day (Sunday) the house in Saville Row was as if uninhabited, and Phileas Fogg, for the first time since he had lived in that house, did not set out for his club when Westminster clock struck half-past eleven.
+Why should he present himself at the Reform? His friends no longer expected him there. As Phileas Fogg had not appeared in the saloon on the evening before (Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine), he had lost his wager. It was not even necessary that he should go to his bankers for the twenty thousand pounds; for his antagonists already had his cheque in their hands, and they had only to fill it out and send it to the Barings to have the amount transferred to their credit.
+Mr. Fogg, therefore, had no reason for going out, and so he remained at home. He shut himself up in his room, and busied himself putting his affairs in order. Passepartout continually ascended and descended the stairs. The hours were long for him. He listened at his master's door, and looked through the keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, and as if he feared that something terrible might happen at any moment. Sometimes he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger. Fix, like all the world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty in tracking and arresting him; while he, Passepartout. . . . This thought haunted him, and he never ceased cursing his miserable folly.
+Finding himself too wretched to remain alone, he knocked at Aouda's door, went into her room, seated himself, without speaking, in a corner, and looked ruefully at the young woman. Aouda was still pensive.
+About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know if Aouda would receive him, and in a few moments he found himself alone with her.
+Phileas Fogg took a chair, and sat down near the fireplace, opposite Aouda. No emotion was visible on his face. Fogg returned was exactly the Fogg who had gone away; there was the same calm, the same impassibility.
+He sat several minutes without speaking; then, bending his eyes on Aouda, "Madam," said he, "will you pardon me for bringing you to England?"
+"I, Mr. Fogg!" replied Aouda, checking the pulsations of her heart.
+"Please let me finish," returned Mr. Fogg. "When I decided to bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune at your disposal; then your existence would have been free and happy. But now I am ruined."
+"I know it, Mr. Fogg," replied Aouda; "and I ask you in my turn, will you forgive me for having followed you, and--who knows?--for having, perhaps, delayed you, and thus contributed to your ruin?"
+"Madam, you could not remain in India, and your safety could only be assured by bringing you to such a distance that your persecutors could not take you."
+"So, Mr. Fogg," resumed Aouda, "not content with rescuing me from a terrible death, you thought yourself bound to secure my comfort in a foreign land?"
+"Yes, madam; but circumstances have been against me. Still, I beg to place the little I have left at your service."
+"But what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?"
+"As for me, madam," replied the gentleman, coldly, "I have need of nothing."
+"But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which awaits you?"
+"As I am in the habit of doing."
+"At least," said Aouda, "want should not overtake a man like you. Your friends--"
+"I have no friends, madam."
+"Your relatives--"
+"I have no longer any relatives."
+"I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs. They say, though, that misery itself, shared by two sympathetic souls, may be borne with patience."
+"They say so, madam."
+"Mr. Fogg," said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, "do you wish at once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?"
+Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. Aouda looked into his face. The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, and sweetness of this soft glance of a noble woman, who could dare all to save him to whom she owed all, at first astonished, then penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an instant, as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, "I love you!" he said, simply. "Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I am entirely yours!"
+"Ah!" cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart.
+Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr. Fogg still held Aouda's hand in his own; Passepartout understood, and his big, round face became as radiant as the tropical sun at its zenith.
+Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify the Reverend Samuel Wilson, of Marylebone parish, that evening.
+It was five minutes past eight.
+"For to-morrow, Monday," said Mr. Fogg, turning to Aouda.
+"Yes; for to-morrow, Monday," she replied.
+Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.
+Chapter XXXVI IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG'S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON 'CHANGE
+It is time to relate what a change took place in English public opinion when it transpired that the real bankrobber, a certain James Strand, had been arrested, on the 17th day of December, at Edinburgh. Three days before, Phileas Fogg had been a criminal, who was being desperately followed up by the police; now he was an honourable gentleman, mathematically pursuing his eccentric journey round the world.
+The papers resumed their discussion about the wager; all those who had laid bets, for or against him, revived their interest, as if by magic; the "Phileas Fogg bonds" again became negotiable, and many new wagers were made. Phileas Fogg's name was once more at a premium on 'Change.
+His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in a state of feverish suspense. Would Phileas Fogg, whom they had forgotten, reappear before their eyes! Where was he at this moment? The 17th of December, the day of James Strand's arrest, was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg's departure, and no news of him had been received. Was he dead? Had he abandoned the effort, or was he continuing his journey along the route agreed upon? And would he appear on Saturday, the 21st of December, at a quarter before nine in the evening, on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon?
+The anxiety in which, for three days, London society existed, cannot be described. Telegrams were sent to America and Asia for news of Phileas Fogg. Messengers were dispatched to the house in Saville Row morning and evening. No news. The police were ignorant what had become of the detective, Fix, who had so unfortunately followed up a false scent. Bets increased, nevertheless, in number and value. Phileas Fogg, like a racehorse, was drawing near his last turning-point. The bonds were quoted, no longer at a hundred below par, but at twenty, at ten, and at five; and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet even in his favour.
+A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring streets on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers permanently established around the Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial transactions were going on. The police had great difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch.
+The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited anxiously.
+When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight, Andrew Stuart got up, saying, "Gentlemen, in twenty minutes the time agreed upon between Mr. Fogg and ourselves will have expired."
+"What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool?" asked Thomas Flanagan.
+"At twenty-three minutes past seven," replied Gauthier Ralph; "and the next does not arrive till ten minutes after twelve."
+"Well, gentlemen," resumed Andrew Stuart, "if Phileas Fogg had come in the 7:23 train, he would have got here by this time. We can, therefore, regard the bet as won."
+"Wait; don't let us be too hasty," replied Samuel Fallentin. "You know that Mr. Fogg is very eccentric. His punctuality is well known; he never arrives too soon, or too late; and I should not be surprised if he appeared before us at the last minute."
+"Why," said Andrew Stuart nervously, "if I should see him, I should not believe it was he."
+"The fact is," resumed Thomas Flanagan, "Mr. Fogg's project was absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he could not prevent the delays which were certain to occur; and a delay of only two or three days would be fatal to his tour."
+"Observe, too," added John Sullivan, "that we have received no intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all along his route."
+"He has lost, gentleman," said Andrew Stuart, "he has a hundred times lost! You know, besides, that the China the only steamer he could have taken from New York to get here in time arrived yesterday. I have seen a list of the passengers, and the name of Phileas Fogg is not among them. Even if we admit that fortune has favoured him, he can scarcely have reached America. I think he will be at least twenty days behind-hand, and that Lord Albemarle will lose a cool five thousand."
+"It is clear," replied Gauthier Ralph; "and we have nothing to do but to present Mr. Fogg's cheque at Barings to-morrow."
+At this moment, the hands of the club clock pointed to twenty minutes to nine.
+"Five minutes more," said Andrew Stuart.
+The five gentlemen looked at each other. Their anxiety was becoming intense; but, not wishing to betray it, they readily assented to Mr. Fallentin's proposal of a rubber.
+"I wouldn't give up my four thousand of the bet," said Andrew Stuart, as he took his seat, "for three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
+The clock indicated eighteen minutes to nine.
+The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes off the clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to them!
+"Seventeen minutes to nine," said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards which Ralph handed to him.
+Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each player eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathematical regularity.
+"Sixteen minutes to nine!" said John Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his emotion.
+One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the seconds.
+At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.
+At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.
+The players rose from their seats.
+At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened; and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd who had forced their way through the club doors, and in his calm voice, said, "Here I am, gentlemen!"
+Chapter XXXVII IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED NOTHING BY HIS TOUR AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS IT WERE HAPPINESS
+Yes; Phileas Fogg in person.
+The reader will remember that at five minutes past eight in the evening--about five and twenty hours after the arrival of the travellers in London--Passepartout had been sent by his master to engage the services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson in a certain marriage ceremony, which was to take place the next day.
+Passepartout went on his errand enchanted. He soon reached the clergyman's house, but found him not at home. Passepartout waited a good twenty minutes, and when he left the reverend gentleman, it was thirty-five minutes past eight. But in what a state he was! With his hair in disorder, and without his hat, he ran along the street as never man was seen to run before, overturning passers-by, rushing over the sidewalk like a waterspout.
+In three minutes he was in Saville Row again, and staggered back into Mr. Fogg's room.
+"What is the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.
+"My master!" gasped Passepartout--"marriage--impossible--"
+"Impossible?"
+"Impossible--for to-morrow."
+"Why so?"
+"Because to-morrow--is Sunday!"
+"Monday," replied Mr. Fogg.
+"No--to-day is Saturday."
+"Saturday? Impossible!"
+"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" cried Passepartout. "You have made a mistake of one day! We arrived twenty-four hours ahead of time; but there are only ten minutes left!"
+Passepartout had seized his master by the collar, and was dragging him along with irresistible force.
+Phileas Fogg, thus kidnapped, without having time to think, left his house, jumped into a cab, promised a hundred pounds to the cabman, and, having run over two dogs and overturned five carriages, reached the Reform Club.
+The clock indicated a quarter before nine when he appeared in the great saloon.
+Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey round the world in eighty days!
+Phileas Fogg had won his wager of twenty thousand pounds!
+How was it that a man so exact and fastidious could have made this error of a day? How came he to think that he had arrived in London on Saturday, the twenty-first day of December, when it was really Friday, the twentieth, the seventy-ninth day only from his departure?
+The cause of the error is very simple.
+Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained one day on his journey, and this merely because he had travelled constantly eastward; he would, on the contrary, have lost a day had he gone in the opposite direction, that is, westward.
+In journeying eastward he had gone towards the sun, and the days therefore diminished for him as many times four minutes as he crossed degrees in this direction. There are three hundred and sixty degrees on the circumference of the earth; and these three hundred and sixty degrees, multiplied by four minutes, gives precisely twenty-four hours--that is, the day unconsciously gained. In other words, while Phileas Fogg, going eastward, saw the sun pass the meridian eighty times, his friends in London only saw it pass the meridian seventy-nine times. This is why they awaited him at the Reform Club on Saturday, and not Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought.
+And Passepartout's famous family watch, which had always kept London time, would have betrayed this fact, if it had marked the days as well as the hours and the minutes!
+Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand pounds; but, as he had spent nearly nineteen thousand on the way, the pecuniary gain was small. His object was, however, to be victorious, and not to win money. He divided the one thousand pounds that remained between Passepartout and the unfortunate Fix, against whom he cherished no grudge. He deducted, however, from Passepartout's share the cost of the gas which had burned in his room for nineteen hundred and twenty hours, for the sake of regularity.
+That evening, Mr. Fogg, as tranquil and phlegmatic as ever, said to Aouda: "Is our marriage still agreeable to you?"
+"Mr. Fogg," replied she, "it is for me to ask that question. You were ruined, but now you are rich again."
+"Pardon me, madam; my fortune belongs to you. If you had not suggested our marriage, my servant would not have gone to the Reverend Samuel Wilson's, I should not have been apprised of my error, and--"
+"Dear Mr. Fogg!" said the young woman.
+"Dear Aouda!" replied Phileas Fogg.
+It need not be said that the marriage took place forty-eight hours after, and that Passepartout, glowing and dazzling, gave the bride away. Had he not saved her, and was he not entitled to this honour?
+The next day, as soon as it was light, Passepartout rapped vigorously at his master's door.
+Mr. Fogg opened it, and asked,
+"What's the matter, Passepartout?"
+"What is it, sir? Why, I've just this instant found out--"
+"What?"
+"That we might have made the tour of the world in only seventy-eight days."
+"No doubt," returned Mr. Fogg, "by not crossing India. But if I had not crossed India, I should not have saved Aouda; she would not have been my wife, and--"
+Mr. Fogg quietly shut the door.
+Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his journey around the world in eighty days. To do this he had employed every means of conveyance--steamers, railways, carriages, yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, elephants. The eccentric gentleman had throughout displayed all his marvellous qualities of coolness and exactitude. But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey?
+Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men! Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?