The captain had only to pick his men.

Thirty were chosen, and an old sergeant placed at their head.
"Thanks, captain," said Mr.Fogg.
"Will you let me go with you ?" asked Fix.
"Do as you please, sir.

But if you wish to do me a favour, you will remain with Aouda.

In case anything should happen to me--" A sudden pallor overspread the detective's face.

Separate himself from the man whom he had so persistently followed step by step! Leave him to wander about in this desert! Fix gazed attentively at Mr.Fogg, and, despite his suspicions and of the struggle which was going on within him, he lowered his eyes before that calm and frank look.
"I will stay," said he.
A few moments after, Mr.Fogg pressed the young woman's hand, and, having confided to her his precious carpet-bag, went off with the sergeant and his little squad.