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then seven o'clock in the morning. Inc
Captain. extremely anxious, did not know
what to do. Ought he to send second de-
I a abment i'm search of the first? Ought he
- sacr,t;ca new men. with so little chance of
SAVING those already sacrificed? But he did
NOT hesitate long. Motioning to one of his
i;eutenants. he ordered another detachment
to tbe south-when the report of guns was
heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers rushed
from the fort. Half mile away, they saw
the little band returning in good order. Mr..
Passepartout and the two other travellers,
rescued from the hands of the Sioux.
They had overtakcn them ten miles south
of Fort Kearney. A few moments before the
arrival of the detachment, Passepartout and
his companions made an attempt to escape
from their captors. Passepartout had knock
ed down two with his fists, when his master
and the soldiers rushed to their rescue.
The captives and their deliverers we're re-
ceived with shouts of joy and Phileas Fogg
distributed to the soldiers the reward prom
;sad while Passepartout repeated to himself
not without reason, ''Pdrbleu must confess
that cost my master dear" Fix, speeches.,
looked at Mr.. Fogg; and it would have been
difficult to describe the struggle which ragged
within him. Madame Aouda seized the hands
Of the gentleman and clasped them in her
own, unable to utter word.
Passepartout, on his arrival, sought the
train at the station. He expected to find it
there ready to start and he hoped that they
could regain all lost time.
20 he train, the train p inquired he.
"Gone," answered Fix.
'tAnd the next train, when will it pass :"
asked Phileas Fogg
mot until this evening""
'.Ahw answered the impossible gentleman,
quietly.
The evening of the next day, the travellers
arrived at the station of Omaha. The Pacific
road, properly speaking, which puts the Mis-
sissppi valley in communication with the
ocean terminates here; but from Omaha to
Chicago, the railroad, under the name of the
Chicago Rock Island Road runs directly east.
An express train was ready to leave. Mr..
Fogg and his companions had only time to
take their seats.
They had seen nothing of Omaha, but
Passepartout confessed to himself, that he
did not regret it. Sight seeing was not the
object now. With extreme rapidty, the train
passed into the State of Iowa, by Council
Bluffs, Des Moines and Iowa City. During
the night, they crossed the Mississippi at
Davenport and by Rock Island entered into
Illinois. At 10 in the evening, they arrived
at Chicago, already rising from its ruins, and
more proudly than ever, sitting upon the
banks of its beautiful lake Michigan. Nine
hundred miles separate Chicago from New
York. Trains are never wanting in Chicago.
MI. Fogg passed Immediately from one to
another. The swift locomotive of the Pitts
burg, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railroad,
left with all speed; as if it understood that
the Hon. gentleman had no time to lose. 1t
passed, like flash of light, Indiana, Ohio,
Pennsylvania, New jersey; past cities with
antique names, of which some had streets
and tramways but few houses. Then the
Hudson appeared; and the 18th of December,
at IL o'clock in the evening, the train entered
the station at Jersey City, upou the right
bank of the Hudson river. Mr.. Fogg and
his companions hurried into coach and the
coach, the horses on the gallop, arrived in a
few moments at the pier reserved for the
Cuna,d line.
The China, for Liverpool, had left her dock
Is minutes before.
CHAPTER XXI.
In leaving, the China seemed to have carried
with her the last hope of Phleas Fogg. None
of the other steamers which make the voyage
direct between America and Europe, the
French TRANSATLANTIC, the White Star line,
the steamers of the Inman Co., or the Ham
burg line, could serve the purpose of this gen.
tlemen. The Periere, of the French Trans
Atlantic Co., whose admirable ships equal in
speed, and surpass in comfort, all other lines
without exception, would not leave until the
Saturday following. All this the gentleman
understood on consulting his Bradshaw, which
gave him the daily movements of the trans
oceanic navigation.
Passepartout was crushed TO have missed
the steamer by 45 minutes-that killed
him; and it was his fault; his,
urha in Mo nf old bod
never ceased to strew obstacles in his path
Then he recalled all the incidents of the voy-
age; calculated all the sums spent in pure
loss in his interest alone. When he thought
that this enormous bet, adding to it the
heavy expenses of the journey-was now lost
MIR. Fogg completely ruined-he over
whemed himself with reproaches. Mr.. Fogg
made no reflections upon him, but on leaving
the pier of the foreign steamer, said:
1--WE will think of it tomorrow"
Mr.. Fogg, Madame Aouda, Fix and Passe-
partout crossed the Hudson, and mounted
coach which conducted them to the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, Broadway. They took rooms
and passed the night there; short one for
Mr.. Fogg, who slept perfect sleep, but very
long for Madame Aouda and her companion,
who were too troubled to think of repose
The next day was the 18th of Dec.-from
the 18th, seven o'clock in the morning, to the
21st, I IS in the evening, there remained nine
days, Is hours and 35 minutes. If then Phil
cas- Fogg had sailed on the previous evening
upon the China, one of the swiftest steamers
of the Cunard line, he would have arrived at
Liverpool, and reached London within the
specified time. Mr.. Fogg lett the hotel alone,
after having charged Passepartout to wait and
request Madame AOuda to be ready at mo-
ment's notice. He went to the banks of the
Hudson, and, among the ships at the wharf,
at anchor in the bay, he sought with care
those ready for sea. Many vessels carried
their sai!in rennant waitngthe morning tide,
for, in the immense and admirable port of
New York, ships are continually arriving and
departing, to and fro from all parts of the
world; but most of them were sailing vessels,
and would not answer his demand.
This gentleman seemed to be foiled in Lis
last attempt, when he perceived below the
Battery, tug-boat coming with all speed, and
carving the flag of the Cunard line. The
steam tug came alongside the Battery, and
Mr., Fogg learned from the mate, that the
China had returned to the lower bay, in con-
sequence of collision with a sailing vessel,
which had sunk at once. This accident had
caused some damage to the bow of the China,
which could be easily and quickly repaired at
Quarantine. The tug-boat had been de-
spatched from Staten Island to inform the
agent OF the Cunard company and take hack
some pieces needed for repairs. In an hour
it would return to the bay. After listening
to this recital, Mr. Fogg went to the bureau
of the English Consul, near by. The formali-
ty of the Visa accomplished, he despatched
telegram to his companions at the 9Th Ave-
nue. Hotel, to join him without delay. AT
New York, a Geographic Office is established
in all of the large hotels. Three quarters of an
hour after, Mr.. Fogg, Madame Aouda. Passe-
partout and Fix, were reunited on the tow
boat, which, after having taken on board
some pieces of wood and iron, left with all
speed for Quarantine. Two hours later, the
travellers were put on board the China which
steamed out to sea as night fell.
Mr.. Fogg inquired for the captain who soon
presented himself He was about fifty years
old, a sort of sea wolf-large eyes, copper col
ored complexion, red hair, rough manners
nothing of the gentleman-the man Of the
world.
captain ?" asked Mr.. Fogg.
eyes"
Il am Phieas Fogg, of London"
81 am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff
81 am interested to reach Loudon the 21st,
before 30 minutes past 10 in the evening; il
1 arrive in time l will add to the price OF my
passage, bonus of one thousand dollars.'
address yourself to the chief engineer"