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time of year. Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time,

for it is sixteen hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong.”

 

“Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.

 

“It’s the same thing.”

 

Fix breathed more freely.

 

“But,” added the pilot, “it might be arranged another way.”

 

Fix ceased to breathe at all.

 

“How?” asked Mr. Fogg.

 

“By going to Nagasaki, at the extreme south of Japan, or even

to Shanghai, which is only eight hundred miles from here.

In going to Shanghai we should not be forced to sail wide

of the Chinese coast, which would be a great advantage,

as the currents run northward, and would aid us.

 

“Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, “I must take the American steamer

at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or Nagasaki.”

 

“Why not?” returned the pilot. “The San Francisco steamer

does not start from Yokohama. It puts in at Yokohama

and Nagasaki, but it starts from Shanghai.”

 

“You are sure of that?”

 

“Perfectly.”

 

“And when does the boat leave Shanghai?”

 

“On the 11th, at seven in the evening. We have, therefore,

four days before us, that is ninety-six hours; and in that time,

if we had good luck and a south-west wind, and the sea was calm,

we could make those eight hundred miles to Shanghai.”

 

“And you could go—”

 

“In an hour; as soon as provisions could be got aboard

and the sails put up.”

 

“It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat?”

 

“Yes; John Bunsby, master of the Tankadere.”

 

“Would you like some earnest-money?”

 

“If it would not put your honour out—”

 

“Here are two hundred pounds on account sir,” added Phileas Fogg,

turning to Fix, “if you would like to take advantage—”

 

“Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour.”

 

“Very well. In half an hour we shall go on board.”

 

“But poor Passepartout?” urged Aouda, who was much disturbed

by the servant’s disappearance.

 

“I shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg.

 

While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot-boat,

the others directed their course to the police-station at Hong Kong.

Phileas Fogg there gave Passepartout’s description, and left a sum of money

to be spent in the search for him. The same formalities having been gone

through at the French consulate, and the palanquin having stopped at the hotel

for the luggage, which had been sent back there, they returned to the wharf.

 

It was now three o’clock; and pilot-boat No. 43, with its crew

on board, and its provisions stored away, was ready for departure.

 

The Tankadere was a neat little craft of twenty tons,

as gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht.

Her shining copper sheathing, her galvanised iron-work,

her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride taken by John Bunsby

in making her presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward;

she carried brigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and standing-jib,

and was well rigged for running before the wind; and she seemed capable

of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had already proved by gaining

several prizes in pilot-boat races. The crew of the Tankadere

was composed of John Bunsby, the master, and four hardy mariners,

who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bunsby, himself,

a man of forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous, sunburnt, with a

sprightly expression of the eye, and energetic and self-reliant

countenance, would have inspired confidence in the most timid.

 

Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they found Fix

already installed. Below deck was a square cabin, of which

the walls bulged out in the form of cots, above a circular divan;

in the centre was a table provided with a swinging lamp.

The accommodation was confined, but neat.

 

“I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you,” said Mr.

Fogg to Fix, who bowed without responding.

 

The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting

by the kindness of Mr. Fogg.

 

“It’s certain,” thought he, “though rascal as he is, he is a polite one!”

 

The sails and the English flag were hoisted at ten minutes past three.

Mr. Fogg and Aouda, who were seated on deck, cast a last glance at the quay,

in the hope of espying Passepartout. Fix was not without his fears

lest chance should direct the steps of the unfortunate servant,

whom he had so badly treated, in this direction; in which case

an explanation the reverse of satisfactory to the detective

must have ensued. But the Frenchman did not appear, and, without doubt,

was still lying under the stupefying influence of the opium.

 

John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to start, and

the Tankadere, taking the wind under her brigantine, foresail,

and standing-jib, bounded briskly forward over the waves.

Chapter XXI

IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE “TANKADERE” RUNS

GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS

 

This voyage of eight hundred miles was a perilous venture

on a craft of twenty tons, and at that season of the year.

The Chinese seas are usually boisterous, subject to terrible

gales of wind, and especially during the equinoxes;

and it was now early November.

 

It would clearly have been to the master’s advantage to carry

his passengers to Yokohama, since he was paid a certain sum per day;

but he would have been rash to attempt such a voyage, and it was imprudent

even to attempt to reach Shanghai. But John Bunsby believed in the Tankadere,

which rode on the waves like a seagull; and perhaps he was not wrong.

 

Late in the day they passed through the capricious channels of Hong Kong,

and the Tankadere, impelled by favourable winds, conducted herself admirably.

 

“I do not need, pilot,” said Phileas Fogg, when they got into

the open sea, “to advise you to use all possible speed.”

 

“Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail the wind will let us.

The poles would add nothing, and are only used when we are going into port.”

 

“Its your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you.”

 

Phileas Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart, standing

like a sailor, gazed without staggering at the swelling waters.

The young woman, who was seated aft, was profoundly affected

as she looked out upon the ocean, darkening now with the twilight,

on which she had ventured in so frail a vessel. Above her head

rustled the white sails, which seemed like great white wings.

The boat, carried forward by the wind, seemed to be flying in the air.

 

Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and her

insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon.

Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part

of the heavens.

 

The pilot had hung out his lights, which was very necessary

in these seas crowded with vessels bound landward; for collisions

are not uncommon occurrences, and, at the speed she was going,

the least shock would shatter the gallant little craft.

 

Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself up to meditation. He kept apart

from his fellow-travellers, knowing Mr. Fogg’s taciturn tastes; besides,

he did not quite like to talk to the man whose favours he had accepted.

He was thinking, too, of the future. It seemed certain that Fogg would not

stop at Yokohama, but would at once take the boat for San Francisco;

and the vast extent of America would ensure him impunity and safety.

Fogg’s plan appeared to him the simplest in the world. Instead of sailing

directly from England to the United States, like a common villain,

he had traversed three quarters of the globe, so as to gain the

American continent more surely; and there, after throwing

the police off his track, he would quietly enjoy himself

with the fortune stolen from the bank. But, once in the United States,

what should he, Fix, do? Should he abandon this man? No, a hundred times no!

Until he had secured his extradition, he would not lose sight of him for an hour.

It was his duty, and he would fulfil it to the end. At all events,

there was one thing to be thankful for; Passepartout was not with his master;

and it was above all important, after the confidences Fix had imparted to him,

that the servant should never have speech with his master.

 

Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who had so

strangely disappeared. Looking at the matter from every point of view,

it did not seem to him impossible that, by some mistake, the man might

have embarked on the Carnatic at the last moment; and this was also

Aouda’s opinion, who regretted very much the loss of the worthy fellow

to whom she owed so much. They might then find him at Yokohama;

for, if the Carnatic was carrying him thither, it would be easy

to ascertain if he had been on board.

 

A brisk breeze arose about ten o’clock; but, though it might

have been prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, after carefully

examining the heavens, let the craft remain rigged as before.

The Tankadere bore sail admirably, as she drew a great deal of water,

and everything was prepared for high speed in case of a gale.

 

Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the cabin at midnight,

having been already preceded by Fix, who had lain down on one of the cots.

The pilot and crew remained on deck all night.

 

At sunrise the next day, which was 8th November, the boat had made

more than one hundred miles. The log indicated a mean speed of between

eight and nine miles. The Tankadere still carried all sail,

and was accomplishing her greatest capacity of speed.

If the wind held as it was, the chances would be in her favour.

During the day she kept along the coast, where the currents were favourable;

the coast, irregular in profile, and visible sometimes across the clearings,

was at most five miles distant. The sea was less boisterous,

since the wind came off land—a fortunate circumstance for the boat,

which would suffer, owing to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge on the sea.

 

The breeze subsided a little towards noon, and set in from the south-west.

The pilot put up his poles, but took them down again within two hours,

as the wind freshened up anew.

 

Mr. Fogg and Aouda, happily unaffected by the roughness of the sea,

ate with a good appetite, Fix being invited to share their repast,

which he accepted with secret chagrin. To travel at this man’s

expense and live upon his provisions was not palatable to him.

Still, he was obliged to eat, and so he ate.

 

When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart, and said,

“sir”—this “sir” scorched his lips, and he had to control himself

to avoid collaring this “gentleman”—“sir, you have been very kind

to give me a passage on this boat. But, though my means will not admit

of my expending them as freely as you, I must ask to pay my share—”

 

“Let us not speak of that, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg.

 

“But, if I insist—”

 

“No, sir,” repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did not admit of a

reply. “This enters into my general expenses.”

 

Fix, as he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and, going forward,

where he ensconced himself, did not open his mouth for the rest of the day.

 

Meanwhile they were progressing famously, and John Bunsby was

in high hope. He several times assured Mr. Fogg that they would

reach Shanghai in time; to which that gentleman responded

that he

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