Fogg and the American, whose name was Mudge, entered a hut built just below the fort.
The snow had hardened, and Mudge was very confident of being able to transport Mr.
Mudge, who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a tendency to make.
"If nothing breaks," said Mudge, "we shall get there!"
Fogg had made it for Mudge's interest to reach Omaha within the time agreed on, by the offer of a handsome reward.
Mudge was not afraid of being stopped by the Platte River, because it was frozen.
About noon Mudge perceived by certain landmarks that he was crossing the Platte River.
It stopped at last, and Mudge, pointing to a mass of roofs white with snow, said: "We have got there!"
Phileas Fogg generously rewarded Mudge, whose hand Passepartout warmly grasped, and the party directed their steps to the Omaha railway station.