He has gone, and won't come back! But how is it that I, Fix, who have in my pocket a warrant for his arrest, have been so fascinated by him?
Decidedly, I am nothing but an ass!" So reasoned the detective, while the hours crept by all too slowly.

He did not know what to do.

Sometimes he was tempted to tell Aouda all; but he could not doubt how the young woman would receive his confidences.

What course should he take?
He thought of pursuing Fogg across the vast white plains; it did not seem impossible that he might overtake him.

Footsteps were easily printed on the snow! But soon, under a new sheet, every imprint would be effaced.
Fix became discouraged.