"You have only to try, son of John Bull," replied the colonel.

"Perhaps I do, as well as another," said Phileas Fogg, rising.

He made a movement as if to seize the card which had just been played, adding, "You don't understand anything about whist."

As he was getting in, Mr. Fogg said to Fix, "You have not seen this Colonel Proctor again?"

Dinner over, the coach which was to convey the passengers and their luggage to the station drew up to the door.

Fix evidently was no longer an enemy, but an ally; he was faithfully keeping his word.

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.

Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers.

An hour after, they were once more suitably attired, and with Aouda returned to the International Hotel.

The clothing of both Mr. Fogg and Fix was in rags, as if they had themselves been actively engaged in the contest between Camerfield and Mandiboy.

Such a visit was, indeed, opportune.

"To a tailor's."

"Where?"

Fix; "but let us go."

Thanks," said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they were out of the crowd. "No thanks are necessary," replied.

"Thanks," said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they were out of the crowd.

Aouda had escaped unharmed, and Fix alone bore marks of the fray in his black and blue bruise.

His travelling overcoat was divided into two unequal parts, and his trousers resembled those of certain Indians, which fit less compactly than they are easy to put on.

Happily, he was not seriously hurt.

The human tide now swept by, after overturning Fix, who speedily got upon his feet again, though with tattered clothes.