„Englishman!“ returned the other. „We will meet again!“
„When you please.“
„What is your name?“
„Phileas Fogg. And yours?“
„Colonel Stamp Proctor.“
The human tide now swept by, after overturning Fix, who speedily got upon his feet again, though with tattered clothes. Happily, he was not seriously hurt. His travelling overcoat was divided into two unequal parts, and his trousers resembled those of certain Indians, which fit less compactly than they are easy to put on. Aouda had escaped unharmed, and Fix alone bore marks of the fray in his black and blue bruise.
„Thanks,“ said Mr. Fogg to the detective, as soon as they were out of the crowd.
„No thanks are necessary,“ replied. Fix; „but let us go.“