Around the World in Eighty Days Page #7

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Yes sirree Bob!

l'll be a dad-blamed polecat...

if you aren't about as ornery a specimen

as ever l clapped my eyes on.

What kind of foreigner are you?

Maybe a hootchy-kootchy dancer?

-Unhand that lady, sir.

-Why don't you make me?

-l will, without further invitation.

-Why, you dirty--

Let us proceed.

-Now what is the delay?

-lndians. But they're peaceful lndians.

You can tell that

by the peace pipes they're smoking.

Further down the line,

they're not so friendly.

ls the entire American population

in the way of this train?

These American trains, quite impossible.

Yes, sir. l go, master.

She'll never take the weight of this train.

We better go back.

What's all the fuss here, boys?

Can't you fellows run a railroad

without stopping every five minutes?

That bridge

won't hardly hold a locomotive.

Why, hang me for a sheep-stealing

son of a tarantula...

if you ain't a pack

of yellow-bellied milksops.

-Am l right, scout?

-Yes, sir, you're right.

-No, l ain't chancing it, fellows.

-Here, take a snort of this 40-rod.

Back up your old teakettle there,

and shoot her over at 30 miles an hour.

Let her roll!

That's the spirit, partner.

Bear down on that throttle.

Now that's what l call

a proper rate of speed.

l'll be a rattlesnake's uncle.

Thought you'd run away,

you yellow-bellied lime juicer.

-Hit a man with an iron bar, will you?

-Spades are trumps, l believe.

''Spades are trumps, l believe.''

My dear Algernon, really.

-Be so good as to play.

-''Be so good as to play.''

Gracious. Why don't you play

a man's game?

Poker, red dog, euchre.

Want me to learn you how, Algie boy?

Or should l learn you how to fight fair?

Would you pardon me?

Sir, you are an insolent bully

and l demand satisfaction at once.

Mind moving into the other car, please?

lt'll only be a minute or so.

Now, don't miss, boys,

you can damage the woodwork.

The company's liable

to take it out of my salary.

-Ready, or do you want to holler uncle?

-l'm ready.

We will count to six together,

turn, and fire at will.

-Now?

-Now.

One, two, three, four...

five, six.

Take this.

Redskins!

Thanks, partner. You may be a foreigner,

but you're true-blue.

Are you all right?

l'm all right,

but look what they've done to my coat.

The train is running away.

They must have got

the engineer and fireman.

What do you suggest?

Fort Kearney's just ahead.

That's where the cavalry is.

-But we'll pass right through at this rate.

-Somebody's got to stop the train.

One of us must get to Fort Kearney.

l'll try.

Poor Passepartout. Not a trace of him.

Everyone else seems to be accounted for.

There's no sign of your valet.

l'm afraid he's fallen into the hands

of the Sioux.

lt was a deliberate sacrifice

to save the rest of us.

-What will they do to him?

-The Sioux are pretty merciless.

You've heard about their tortures.

Colonel, we must send

a rescue party at once.

Excuse me, mister.

l know it sounds kind of heartless...

but we can't hold the train.

That's a minor consideration.

A man's life is at stake.

Any of you want to volunteer

for a raid against the Sioux?

-l will, sir!

-l will!

lt's too warm.

Don't be blue, folks.

Everything is gonna be all right.

There'll be a local through here tomorrow.

That'll fetch you into Omaha the day after.

Yes, and lose 24 hours.

lf we miss our steamship in New York,

how will we get to Liverpool on time?

l'm darned if l understand you city folks.

Always rushing.

Always thinking about the future.

No wonder you have stomach trouble.

lt's all my fault, sir.

You should have caught the train

and let those lndians cook me.

Then everyone would've been happy.

Balderdash.

What l always say is,

it's an ill wind that blows no good.

Ease off the halyards.

Steady, man.

Look, the train. The train broke down.

Stop the wind, master.

Contain yourself, Passepartout.

Everything's under control.

Those homemade American trains.

Goodbye.

Well-played, Dennis.

You have a natural aptitude for the game.

Perfected by four years

of practice at Oxford.

l did nothing else.

Cost my poor old governor over 12,000.

Worth every penny of it.

Hello, Sir Wilmette.

Haven't seen you in donkey's years.

-Are you staying at the club?

-No.

-You have a house in town, no doubt?

-No.

-Then you live in the country, do you?

-No.

-Anywhere near London?

-No.

Hard luck.

Good day.

Here we are, gentlemen.

From the British Consulate, New York.

Things are looking up.

''Phileas Fogg and party

presented their passports...

''at 2:
30 Greenwich time this afternoon.''

-What time did that steamship sail?

-Wait, l have a schedule here.

Here we are. ''City of Paris....''

No, that's yesterday's.

Wait a minute.

''Cunarder, China. New York, Liverpool.''

-Sailed today, 9:00 a.m.

-He's missed it by five hours.

Not another eastbound vessel

for three days.

l don't wish to crow, gentlemen,

but l feel the crisp crackle of 20,000.

Let's crack that bottle of champagne

we've been saving.

Right you are. But first,

what about a bet or two on the side...

before this information leaks out?

-We better get over to Lloyd's.

-Come on.

Listen.

They opened the telegram

while l was there.

Fogg missed the China.

He can't possibly make it now.

-Are you sure?

-Positive.

Then l'll chance another couple of quid.

You take care of things

while l slip round the corner.

Wait a minute.

Put down an extra fiver for me.

No, gentlemen, not a bit of activity all day.

There are just no odds on Mr. Fogg.

How can that be?

We could barely get in here last Thursday.

Yes, it's very mysterious.

You never know from minute to minute.

l have just received some rather

disquieting information about Mr. Fogg.

You know Mr. Carmichael,

the General Manager of Lloyd's.

-This is lnspector Hunter of Scotland Yard.

-How do you do?

This will be very painful

to hear, gentlemen.

We've just received confirmation of

something we've suspected for some time.

The man who robbed the Bank of England,

and your fellow clubman Phileas Fogg...

are one and the same.

-Of all the ridiculous nonsense!

-You don't really believe that.

Have you any grounds

for making this charge?

We have, sir. Some very striking facts.

Coupled with behavior

that points to his guilt.

-l don't believe it.

-Nor do l.

You've heard that Mr. Fogg didn't sail

on the Cunard steamship China.

-What of it?

-Read them that message, Mr. Carmichael.

''At 6:
00 a.m. today,

our New York office reports...

''that trading ship Henrietta

departed New York...

''with a cargo of cotton,

linseed oil, and lumber.

''Her three passengers were

Mr. Phileas Fogg and party.''

And the Henrietta's destination

is Caracas, Venezuela.

We have no extradition treaty

with Venezuela.

ln other words, Mr. Fogg has bolted.

A member of the Reform Club....

My mind rejects the whole idea.

There must be some explanation

for all this.

Perhaps, but the only man

who can make it...

is on the high seas at this moment,

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