A big brawny fellow with a red beard, flushed face, and broad shoulders, who seemed to be the chief of the band, raised his clenched fist to strike Mr. Fogg, whom he would have given a crushing blow, had not Fix rushed in and received it in his stead.
Un enorme mocetón de perilla roja, tez encendida, ancho de espalda, que parecía ser el jefe de la cuadrilla, levantó su formidable puño sobre mister Fogg, y hubiera lastimado mucho al gentleman si Fix, por salvarlo, no hubiese recibido el golpe en su lugar.