The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-07-25

of the carriages and omnibuses which
had been bIockaded up in the crowd
Boots and shoes went whirling through
the air, and Mr.. Fogg thought he ever
heard the crack of revolvers minglinc
in the din. The rout approached the
stairway, and flowed over the lower
step. One of the parties had evidently
been repulsed but the mere lockers OF
could not tell whether Mandiboy OF
Camerfield had gained the upper hand
It would be prudent for us to re
tire, said Fix, who was anxious thai
Mr.. Fogg should not receive any injury
at least until they got back to London
If there is any question about England
in all this, and we were recognized, ]
fear it would go hard with u.s."
An English subject" began Mr.
Fogg.
He did not finish his sentence for d
terrific hubbub now arose on the ter.
race behind the fight of steps where
they stood, and there were frantic
shouts of, "Hurrah for Mandiboy
Hip, hip, hurrah p
It was band of voters coming to the
rescue of their allies, and taking the
Camerfeld forces in flank. Mr.. Fogg,
Aouda, and Fix found themselves be,
tween two fires it was too late to es-
cape. The torrent of men, armed with
loaded canes and sticks, was irresistible.
Phileas Fogg and Fix were roughly
hustled in their attempts to protect
their fair companion; the former, as
cool as ever, tried to defend himself
with the weapons which nature had
placed at the end of every Englishman' S
arm, but in vain. A big, brawny fellow
with red beard, flushed face and broad
shoulders, who seemed to be the chief
of the band, raised his clenched fist to
strike Mr.. Fogg, whom he would have
given a crushing blow, had not Fix
rushed in and received it in his stead.
An enormous bruise Immediately made
| its appearance under the detectives silk
hat, which was completely mashed in.
Yankee p exclaimed Mr.. Fogg,
darting contemptuous look at the ruff
fan.
Englishman p returned the other.
owe will meet again p
"When you please"
"What is your name ?"
Phileas Fogg. And yours ?"
"Col. Stamp Proctor"
The human tide now swept by, after
overturning Fix, who speedily got upon
his feet again, though with tattered
clothes. Happily, he was not seriously
hurt. His travelling over-coat was di-
vided into two unequal parts, and his
trousers resembled those of certain In
dians, which fit less compactly than they
are easy to put on. .Aouda had escaped
unharmed, and Fix alone bore marks of
the fray in his black and blue bruise.
Thanks" said Mr.. Fogg to the de-
tective, as soon as they were out of the
crowd.
"No thanks are necessary, replied
Fix; "but let us go"
Where ?"
"To tailor's."
Such visit was, indeed, opportune.
The clothing of both Mr. Fogg and Fix
wis in rags, as if they had themselves
been actively engaged in the contest be-
tween Camerfeld and Mardiboy. An
hour after, they were once more suit
ably attired, and with Aouda returned
to the International. Passepartout was
waiting for his master, armed with half
dozen six-barreled revelvers When
he perceived Fix, he knit his brows
but Aouda- having, in few words, told
him of their adventure, his countenance
resumed its placid expression. Fix evi-
IDENTIFY was no longer an enemy, but an
ally; he was faithfully keeping his
word.
Dinner over, the coach was to convey
the passengers and their luggage to the
station drew up to the door. As he was
getting in, Fogg said to Fix, "You have
not seen this Colonel Proctor again ?"
emo"
ST vii! come back to America to find
him." said Phileas Fogg, calmly. 1t
would not be right for an Englishman
to permit himself to be treated in that
way, without retaliating."
The detective smiled, but did not re-
ply. It was clear that Mr.. Fogg was
one of those Englishmen who, while
they do not tolerate dueling at home,
fight abroad when their honor is at
tackled.
At quarter before six the travellers
reached the station, and found the train
ready to depart. AS ne was about to
enter it, Mr.. Fogg called a porter, and
SAID to him, My friend, was there not
some trouble, to-day, in San Fran
cisco?"
cit was a political meeting, sir, y
replied the porter.
'But I thought there was a great
deal of disturbance in the streets.
cit was only a meeting assembled
for an election"
"The election of a general-in-chief,
no doubt ?" answered Mr.. Fogg.
"No, sir of justice of the peace.
Phileas Fogg got into the train,
which started off at full speed.