He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who forthwith fell upon him; tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations.

The agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous application of his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as his legs could carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by mingling with the crowd in the streets.
At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed breathlessly into the station.
Fix, who had followed Mr.Fogg to the station, and saw that he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the platform.

He had resolved to follow the supposed robber to Calcutta, and farther, if necessary.

Passepartout did not observe the detective, who stood in an obscure corner; but Fix heard him relate his adventures in a few words to Mr.Fogg.
"I hope that this will not happen again," said Phileas Fogg coldly, as he got into the train.

Poor Passepartout, quite crestfallen, followed his master without a word.