"Yet the unfortunate woman offered no resistance," said Sir Francis
Cromarty.
"Because she was drugged with hemp and opium," replied the Parsee.
"But whither are they taking her?"
"To the Pagoda of Pillaji, two miles away from here. There she will pass the night, and wait for the hour appointed for the sacrifice."
"And the sacrifice will take place?"
"At dawn to-morrow."
As he spoke, the guide led forth the elephant and clambered up to his seat on its neck; but just as he was about to whistle to the animal to proceed, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and said to Sir Francis Cromarty, "Suppose we save this woman?"
"Save her!" exclaimed the general.
"I have still twelve hours to spare," continued Fogg; "I can devote that time to the purpose."
"Well, I declare you are a man with a heart in the right place," cried
Sir Francis.