Mr.Fogg resumed the interrupted game with perfect calmness.
At eleven o'clock the locomotive's whistle announced that they were approaching Plum Creek station.

Mr.Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix, went out upon the platform.

Passepartout accompanied him, carrying a pair of revolvers.

Aouda remained in the car, as pale as death.
The door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared on the platform, attended by a Yankee of his own stamp as his second.

But just as the combatants were about to step from the train, the conductor hurried up, and shouted, "You can't get off, gentlemen!" "Why not ?" asked the colonel.
"We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop." "But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman." "I am sorry," said the conductor; "but we shall be off at once.
There's the bell ringing now." The train started.
"I'm really very sorry, gentlemen," said the conductor.