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Around the World in 80 Days
they stood, and there were frantic shouts of, ‘Hurrah for
Mandiboy! Hip, hip, hurrah!’
It was a band of voters coming to the rescue of their
allies, and taking the Camerfield forces in flank. Mr. Fogg,
Aouda, and Fix found themselves between two fires; it
was too late to escape. The torrent of men, armed with
loaded canes and sticks, was irresistible. Phileas Fogg and
Fix were roughly hustled in their attempts to protect their
fair companion; the former, as cool as ever, tried to defend
himself with the weapons which nature has placed at the
end of every Englishman’s arm, but in vain. A big brawny
fellow with a red beard, flushed face, and broad shoulders,
who seemed to be the chief of the band, raised his
clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he would have
given a crushing blow, had not Fix rushed in and received
it in his stead. An enormous bruise immediately made its
appearance under the detective’s silk hat, which was
completely smashed in.
‘Yankee!’ exclaimed Mr. Fogg, darting a contemptuous
look at the ruffian.
‘Englishman!’ returned the other. ‘We will meet again!’
‘When you please.’
‘What is your name?’
‘Phileas Fogg. And yours?’
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