at Medicine Bow is shaky and will not bear the weight of the train."
The bridge in question was a suspension bridge over a rapids, about a mile from the place where the train had stopped. According to the signalman, it threatened to fall, several of the wires having snapped, and it was impossible to risk its passage. He did not exaggerate in any way, then, in asserting that they could not pass over the bridge. And besides, with the careless habits of the Americans, we may say that when they are prudent, we would be very foolish not to be so.
Passepartout, not daring to go to inform his master, listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.
"Ah, indeed!" cried Colonel Proctor, "we are not going, I imagine, to remain here, and take root in the snow!"
"Colonel," replied the conductor, we have telegraphed to Omaha for a train, but it is not probable that it will arrive at Medicine Bow before six hours."
"Six hours!" cried Passepartout.
"Without doubt," replied the conductor. "Besides, that time will be necessary for us to reach the station on foot."
"But it is only a mile from here," said one of the passengers.
"A mile, in fact, but on the other side of the river."
"And cannot the river be crossed in a boat?" asked the colonel.
"Impossible. The creek is swollen with the rains. It is a torrent, and we will be compelled to make a detour of ten miles to the north to find a ford."
The colonel launched a volley of oaths, blaming the company, and the conductor. Passepartout furious, was not far from joining with him. Here was a material obstacle against which, this time, all his master's bank-notes would be of no avail.
The disappointment was general among the passengers, who, without counting the delay, saw themselves obliged to foot it fifteen miles across the plain covered with snow. There was a hubbub, exclamations, loud and deep, which would certainly have attracted Phileas Fogg's attention, if that gentleman had not been absorbed in his game.
But Passepartout found himself compelled to inform
