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1IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY Three passengers including Passepartout had disappeared. Had they been killed
2in the struggle? Were they taken prisoners by the Sioux? It was impossible to tell. There were many wounded, but none
3mortally. Colonel Proctor was one of the most seriously hurt; he had fought bravely, and a ball had entered his groin.
4He was carried into the station with the other wounded passengers, to receive such attention as could be of avail. Aouda
5was safe; and Phileas Fogg, who had been in the thickest of the fight, had not received a scratch. Fix was slightly
6wounded in the arm. But Passepartout was not to be found, and tears coursed down Aouda's cheeks. All the passengers had
7got out of the train, the wheels of which were stained with blood. From the tyres and spokes hung ragged pieces of
8flesh. As far as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red trails were visible. The last Sioux were
9disappearing in the south, along the banks of Republican River. Mr. Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless. He had
10a serious decision to make. Aouda, standing near him, looked at him without speaking, and he understood her look. If his
11servant was a prisoner, ought he not to risk everything to rescue him from the Indians? "I will find him, living or
12dead," said he quietly to Aouda. "Ah, Mr.--Mr. Fogg!" cried she, clasping his hands and covering them with tears.
13"Living," added Mr. Fogg, "if we do not lose a moment." Phileas Fogg, by this resolution, inevitably sacrificed himself;
14he pronounced his own doom. The delay of a single day would make him lose the steamer at New York, and his bet would be
15certainly lost. But as he thought, "It is my duty," he did not hesitate. The commanding officer of Fort Kearney was
16there. A hundred of his soldiers had placed themselves in a position to defend the station, should the Sioux attack it.
17"Sir," said Mr. Fogg to the captain, "three passengers have disappeared." "Dead?" asked the captain. "Dead or prisoners;
18that is the uncertainty which must be solved. Do you propose to pursue the Sioux?" "That's a serious thing to do, sir,"
19returned the captain. "These Indians may retreat beyond the Arkansas, and I cannot leave the fort unprotected." "The
20lives of three men are in question, sir," said Phileas Fogg. "Doubtless; but can I risk the lives of fifty men to save
21three?" "I don't know whether you can, sir; but you ought to do so." "Nobody here," returned the other, "has a right to
22teach me my duty." "Very well," said Mr. Fogg, coldly. "I will go alone." "You, sir!" cried Fix, coming up; "you go
23alone in pursuit of the Indians?" "Would you have me leave this poor fellow to perish--him to whom every one present
24owes his life? I shall go." "No, sir, you shall not go alone," cried the captain, touched in spite of himself. "No! you
25are a brave man. Thirty volunteers!" he added, turning to the soldiers. The whole company started forward at once. The
26captain had only to pick his men. Thirty were chosen, and an old sergeant placed at their head. "Thanks, captain," said
27Mr. 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
28remain with Aouda. In case anything should happen to me--" A sudden pallor overspread the detective's face. Separate
29himself from the man whom he had so persistently followed step by step! Leave him to wander about in this desert! Fix
30gazed attentively at Mr. Fogg, and, despite his suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within him, he lowered
31his eyes before that calm and frank look. "I will stay," said he. A few moments after, Mr. Fogg pressed the young
32woman's hand, and, having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little squad. But,
33before going, he had said to the soldiers, "My friends, I will divide five thousand dollars among you, if we save the
34prisoners." It was then a little past noon. Aouda retired to a waiting-room, and there she waited alone, thinking of the
35simple and noble generosity, the tranquil courage of Phileas Fogg. He had sacrificed his fortune, and was now risking
36his life, all without hesitation, from duty, in silence. Fix did not have the same thoughts, and could scarcely conceal
37his agitation. He walked feverishly up and down the platform, but soon resumed his outward composure. He now saw the
38folly of which he had been guilty in letting Fogg go alone. What! This man, whom he had just followed around the world,
39was permitted now to separate himself from him! He began to accuse and abuse himself, and, as if he were director of
40police, administered to himself a sound lecture for his greenness. "I have been an idiot!" he thought, "and this man
41will 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
42arrest, have been so fascinated by him? Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass!" So reasoned the detective, while the hours
43crept by all too slowly. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt
44how the young woman would receive his confidences. What course should he take? He thought of pursuing Fogg across the
45vast white plains; it did not seem impossible that he might overtake him. Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But
46soon, under a new sheet, every imprint would be effaced. Fix became discouraged. He felt a sort of insurmountable
47longing to abandon the game altogether. He could now leave Fort Kearney station, and pursue his journey homeward in
48peace. Towards two o'clock in the afternoon, while it was snowing hard, long whistles were heard approaching from the
49east. A great shadow, preceded by a wild light, slowly advanced, appearing still larger through the mist, which gave it
50a fantastic aspect. No train was expected from the east, neither had there been time for the succour asked for by
51telegraph to arrive; the train from Omaha to San Francisco was not due till the next day. The mystery was soon
52explained. The locomotive, which was slowly approaching with deafening whistles, was that which, having been detached
53from the train, had continued its route with such terrific rapidity, carrying off the unconscious engineer and stoker.
54It had run several miles, when, the fire becoming low for want of fuel, the steam had slackened; and it had finally
55stopped an hour after, some twenty miles beyond Fort Kearney. Neither the engineer nor the stoker was dead, and, after
56remaining for some time in their swoon, had come to themselves. The train had then stopped. The engineer, when he found
57himself in the desert, and the locomotive without cars, understood what had happened. He could not imagine how the
58locomotive had become separated from the train; but he did not doubt that the train left behind was in distress. He did
59not hesitate what to do. It would be prudent to continue on to Omaha, for it would be dangerous to return to the train,
60which the Indians might still be engaged in pillaging. Nevertheless, he began to rebuild the fire in the furnace; the
61pressure again mounted, and the locomotive returned, running backwards to Fort Kearney. This it was which was whistling
62in the mist. The travellers were glad to see the locomotive resume its place at the head of the train. They could now
63continue the journey so terribly interrupted. Aouda, on seeing the locomotive come up, hurried out of the station, and
64asked the conductor, "Are you going to start?" "At once, madam." "But the prisoners, our unfortunate
65fellow-travellers--" "I cannot interrupt the trip," replied the conductor. "We are already three hours behind time."
66"And when will another train pass here from San Francisco?" "To-morrow evening, madam." "To-morrow evening! But then it
67will be too late! We must wait--" "It is impossible," responded the conductor. "If you wish to go, please get in." "I
68will not go," said Aouda. Fix had heard this conversation. A little while before, when there was no prospect of
69proceeding on the journey, he had made up his mind to leave Fort Kearney; but now that the train was there, ready to
70start, and he had only to take his seat in the car, an irresistible influence held him back. The station platform burned
71his feet, and he could not stir. The conflict in his mind again began; anger and failure stifled him. He wished to
72struggle on to the end.
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