Her imagination carried her far off, and showed her innumerable dangers.
What she suffered through the long hours it would be impossible to describe.
Fix remained stationary in the same place, but did not sleep.

Once a man approached and spoke to him, and the detective merely replied by shaking his head.
Thus the night passed.

At dawn, the half-extinguished disc of the sun rose above a misty horizon; but it was now possible to recognise objects two miles off.

Phileas Fogg and the squad had gone southward; in the south all was still vacancy.

It was then seven o'clock.
The captain, who was really alarmed, did not know what course to take.
Should he send another detachment to the rescue of the first?
Should he sacrifice more men, with so few chances of saving those already sacrificed?
His hesitation did not last long, however.