His thoughts rose higher and higher with the rising roar of the train, which ended, as if proudly, in a long and piercing whistle.

The train stopped.
Suddenly, to the astonishment of everyone the Marquis sprang back quite out of sword reach and threw down his sword.

The leap was wonderful, and not the less wonderful because Syme had plunged his sword a moment before into the man's thigh.
"Stop!" said the Marquis in a voice that compelled a momentary obedience.

"I want to say something." "What is the matter ?" asked Colonel Ducroix, staring.

"Has there been foul play ?" "There has been foul play somewhere," said Dr.Bull, who was a little pale.