At Callyan they reached the junction of the branch line which descends towards south-eastern India by Kandallah and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits crowned with thick and verdant forests.

Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time, and now Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed, "Some years ago, Mr.
Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this point which would probably have lost you your wager." "How so, Sir Francis ?" "Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains, which the passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on ponies to Kandallah, on the other side." "Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the least," said Mr.
Fogg.

"I have constantly foreseen the likelihood of certain obstacles." "But, Mr.Fogg," pursued Sir Francis, "you run the risk of having some difficulty about this worthy fellow's adventure at the pagoda." Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in his travelling-blanket, was sound asleep and did not dream that anybody was talking about him.
"The Government is very severe upon that kind of offence.

It takes particular care that the religious customs of the Indians should be respected, and if your servant were caught--" "Very well, Sir Francis," replied Mr.Fogg; "if he had been caught he would have been condemned and punished, and then would have quietly returned to Europe.

I don't see how this affair could have delayed his master." The conversation fell again.