by Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
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*' Perhaps," replied Mr. Fogg simply.
" At least, there are two champions in presence of each other, the Honourable Mr. Camerfield and the Honourable Mr. Mandiboy."
Aouda, leaning upon Mr. Fogg's arm, observed the tumultuous scene with surprise, while Fix asked a man near him what the cause of it all was. Before the man could reply, a fresh agitation arose ; hurrahs and excited shouts were heard ; the staffs of the banners began to be used as offensive weapons; and fists flew about in every direction. Thumps were exchanged from the tops of the carriages and omnibuses which had been blocked up in the crowd. Boots and shoes went whirling through the air, and Mr. Fogg thought he even heard the crack of revolvers mingling in the din. The rout approached the stairway.
IF FIX HAD KOT RECEIVED THE BLOW.
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and flowed over the lower step. One of the parties had evidently been repulsed ; but the mere lookers-on could not tell whether Mandiboy or Camerfield had gained the upper hand.
" It would be prudent for us to retire," said Fix, who was anxious that 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, I fear it would go hard with us."
"An English subject?" began Mr. Fogg.
He did not finish his sentence; for a terrific hubbub now arose on the terrace behind the flight of steps where they stood, and there were frantic shouts of, " Hurrah for Mandiboy ! Hip, hip, hurrah !"
It was a band of voters coming to the rescue of their aUies, and taking the Camerfield forces in flank. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix found themselves between two fires; it was too late to escape. 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 has placed at the end of every Englishman's arm, but in vain. A big brawny fellow with a red beard, flushed face, and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the band, raised his clenched fist to strike ]\Ir. Fogg, whom he would have
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given a crushing blow, had nOt Fix rushed in and received it in his stead. An enormoijs bruise immediately made its appearance under the detective's silk hat, which was completely smashed in.
''Yankee !" exclaimed Mr. Fogg, darting a contemptuous look at the ruffian.
"Englishman!" returned the other. "We will meet again !"
" When you please."
"What is your name }"
'' Phileas Fogg. And you^s .?"
" Colonel Stamp Proctor."
The human tide now sw^pt by, after overturning Fix, who speedily got upon his fe^t again, though with tattered clothes. Happily, he was i^ot seriously hurt. His travelling overcoat was divided ir^to two unequal parts, and his trousers resembled those of" certain Indians, which fit less compactly than they are e^sy 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 detective, as soon as they were out of the crowd.
"No thanks are neces<5ary," rephed Fix; "but let
us go."
"Where.?"
" To a tailor's."
Such a visit was, indeed, opportune. The clothing of both Mr. Fogg and Fix was in rags, as if they had themselves been actively engaged in the contest between Camcr-field and Mandiboy. An hour after, they were once more suitably attired, and with Aouda returned to the International Hotel.
Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers. When he perceived Fix, he knit his brows ; but Aouda having, in a few words, told him of their adventure, his countenance resumed its placid expression. Fix evidently was no longer an enemy, but an ally ; he was faithfully keeping his word.
Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the passengers and their luggage to the station drew up to the door. As he was getting in, Mr. Fogg said to Fix, " You have not seen this Colonel Proctor again.?"
"No."
*' I will come back to America to find him," said Phileas Fogg calmly. '' It would not be right for an Englishman to permit himself to be treated in that way, without retaliating."
