His old vagabond nature returned to him; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more took possession of him.

He came to regard his master's project as intended in good earnest, believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in the tour of the world and the necessity of making it without fail within the designated period.

Already he began to worry about possible delays, and accidents which might happen on the way.

He recognised himself as being personally interested in the wager, and trembled at the thought that he might have been the means of losing it by his unpardonable folly of the night before.

Being much less cool-headed than Mr.Fogg, he was much more restless, counting and recounting the days passed over, uttering maledictions when the train stopped, and accusing it of sluggishness, and mentally blaming Mr.Fogg for not having bribed the engineer.