But Passepartout was not to be found, and tears coursed down Aouda's cheeks.
All the passengers had got out of the train, the wheels of which were stained with blood.

From the tyres and spokes hung ragged pieces of flesh.

As far as the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red trails were visible.

The last Sioux were disappearing in the south, along the banks of Republican River.
Mr.Fogg, with folded arms, remained motionless.

He had a serious decision to make.