"I know that," replied Passe-partout, as he spoke to another; "but an idea—"
"Ideas are no use," replied the American; "the engineer tells us we can cross."
"No doubt," replied Passe-partout; "but perhaps it would be more prudent—"
"What, prudent!" exclaimed Colonel Proctor, who was ready to quarrel with anyone suggesting prudence. "Do you not understand that we are going across at full speed? Do you hear, at full speed?"
"I know, I know," said Passe-partout, whom no one would allow to finish his sentence; "but it would be, if not more prudent, since that word displeases you, at any rate more natural—"
"Who is this, what's this? Who is talking about natural?" cried the passengers on all sides.
Poor Passe-partout did not know which way to turn.
"Are you afraid?" asked Colonel Proctor.
"I afraid?" cried Passe-partout; "you think so, do you? I will show these people when a Frenchman can be as American as themselves."
"All aboard!" cried the guard.