IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING ANYBODY LISTEN TO REASON.
The train，on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden，passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River，having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco.From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains.It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road，and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile，instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done the plains.But the engineers，instead of violating nature，avoided its difficulties by winding around，instead of penetrating the rocks.One tunnel only，fourteen thousand feet in length，was pierced in order to arrive at the great basin.
The track up to this time had reached its highest elevation at the Great Salt Lake.From this point it described a long curve，descending towards Bitter Creek Valley，to rise again to the dividing ridge of the waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific.There were many creeks in this mountainous region，and it was necessary to cross Muddy Creek，Green Creek and others，upon culverts.
Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on，while Fix longed to get out of this difficult region，and was more anxious than Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents，and set foot on English soil.
At ten o'clock at night the train，stopped at Fort Bridger station，and twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory，following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout.The next day，December 7th，they stopped for a quarter of an hour at Green River station.Snow had fallen abundantly during the night，but，being mixed with rain，it had half melted，and did not interrupt their progress.The bad weather，however，annoyed Passepartout；for the accumulation of snow，by blocking the wheels of the cars，would certainly have been fatal to Mr Fogg's tour.
What an idea！he said to himself.Why did my master make this journey in winter？Couldn't he have waited for the good season to increase his chances？
While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the state of the sky and the depression of the temperature，Aouda was experiencing fears from a totally different cause.
Several passengers had got off at Green Fiver，and were walking up and down the platforms；and among these Aouda recognized Colonel Stamp Proctor，the same who had so grossly insulted Phileas Fogg at the San Francisco meeting.Not wishing to be recognized，the young woman drew back from the window，feeling much alarm at her discovery.She was attached to the man who，however coldly，gave her daily evidences of the most absolute devotion.She did not comprehend，perhaps，the depth of the sentiment with which her protector inspired her，which she called gratitude，but which，though she was unconscious of it，was really more than that.Her heart sank within her when she recognized the man whom Mr Fogg desired，sooner or later，to call to account for his conduct.Chance alone，it was clear，had brought Colonel Proctor on this train；but there he was，and it was necessary，at all hazards，that Phileas Fogg should not perceive his adversary.
Aouda seized a moment when Mr Fogg was asleep to tell Fix and Passepartout whom she had seen.
That Proctor on this train！cried Fix.Well，reassure yourself，madam：before he settles with Mr Fogg，he has got to deal with me！It seems to me that I was the more insulted of the two.
And besides，added Passepartout，I'll take charge of him，colonel as he is.
Mr Fix，resumed Aouda，Mr Fogg will allow no one to avenge him.He said that he would come back to America to find this man.Should he perceive Colonel Proctor，we could not prevent a collision which might have terrible results.He must not see him.
You are right，madam，replied Fix；a meeting between them might ruin all.Whether he were victorious or beaten，Mr Fogg would be delayed，and——
And，added Passepartout，that would play the game of the gentlemen of the Reform Club.In four days we shall be in New York.Well，if my master does not leave this car during those four days，we may hope that chance will not bring him face to face with this confounded American.We must，If possible，prevent his stirring out of it.
The conversation dropped.Mr Fogg had just woken up，and was looking out of the window.Soon after Passepartout，without being heard by his master or Aouda，whispered to the detective，Would you really fight for him？
I would do anything，replied Fix，in a tone which betrayed determined will，to get him back living to Europe！
Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot through his frame，but his confidence in his master remained unbroken.
Was there any means of detaining Mr Fogg in the car，to avoid a meeting between him and the colonel？It ought not to be a difficult task，since that gentleman was naturally sedentary and little curious.The detective，at least，seemed to have found a way；for，after a few moments，he said to Mr Fogg，These are long and slow hours，sir，that we are passing on the railway.
Yes，replied Mr Fogg；but they pass.
You were in the habit of playing whist，resumed Fix，on the steamers.
Yes；but it would be difficult to do so here.I have neither cards nor partners.
Oh，but we can easily buy some cards，for they are sold on all the American trains.And as for partners，if madam plays——
Certainly，sir，Aouda quickly replied；I understand whist.It is part of an English education.
I myself have some pretensions to playing a good game.Well，here are three of us，and a dummy——
As you please，sir，replied Phileas Fogg，heartily glad to resume his favourite pastime-even on the railway.
Passepartout was despatched in search of the steward，and soon returned with two packs of cards，some pins，counters，and a shelf covered with cloth.
