Part 20 (1/2)

All sails were now hoisted, and at noon the Tankadere ithin forty-five hai There remained yet six hours in which to accomplish that distance All on board feared that it could not be done, and every one--Phileas Fogg, no doubt, excepted--felt his heart beat with ie of ninecal from the coast, and after it passed the sea becaht, and her fine sails caught the fickle zephyrs so well, that, with the aid of the current, John Bunsby found himself at six o'clock not hai itself is situated at least twelve miles up the streahai The pilot swore an angry oath; the reward of two hundred pounds was evidently on the point of escaping hi was perfectly tranquil, yet his whole fortune was at thisblack funnel, croreaths of se of the waters It was the A for Yokohama at the appointed ti back the rudder with a desperate jerk

”Signal her!” said Phileas Fogg quietly

A small brass cannon stood on the forward deck of the Tankadere for s It was loaded to the muzzle, but just as the pilot was about to apply a red-hot coal to the touchhole, Mr Fogg said, ”Hoist your flag!”

The flag was run up at half-nal of distress, it was hoped that the Ae her course a little, so as to help the pilot boat

”Fire!” said Mr Fogg And the boo of the little cannon resounded in the air

Chapter 22

In Which Passepartout Finds Out That, Even at the Antipodes, It Is Convenient to Have So sail fro at half-past six on the 7th of November, directed her course at full steao and a well-filled cabin of passengers

Two state-rooms in the rear were, however, unoccupied--those which had been engaged by Phileas Fogg

The next day a passenger with a half-stupefied eye, staggering gait and disordered hair, was seen to ee from the second cabin, and to totter to a seat on deck

It was Passepartout What had happened to him was as follows

Shortly after Fix left the opium den, taiters had lifted the unconscious Passepartout, and had carried him to the bed reserved for the smokers Three hours later, pursued even in his dreaainst the stupefying influence of the narcotic The thought of a duty unfulfilled shook off his torpor, and he hurried fro hi down and creeping up again, and irresistibly i out, ”The Carnatic! the Carnatic!”

The stea Passepartout had but few steps to go; and, rushi+ng upon the plank, he crossed it, and fell unconscious on the deck, just as the Carnatic wasoff Several sailors, ere evidently accustomed to this sort of scene, carried the poor Frenchman down into the second cabin, and Passepartout did not wake until they were one hundred and fifty miles away fro on the deck of the Carnatic, and eagerly inhaling the exhilarating sea breeze The pure air sobered hian to collect his sense, which he found a difficult task, but at last he recalled the events of the evening before, Fix's revelation, and the opium house

”It is evident,” he said to hi say? At least I have not ”

Then, as Fix occurred to him: ”As for that rascal, I hope we are well rid of him, and that he has not dared, as he proposed, to follow us on board the Carnatic A detective on the track of Mr

Fogg, accused of robbing the Bank of England! Pshaw! Mr Fogg is no e Fix's real errand to his ? Would it not be better to wait until Mr

Fogg reached London again, and then ient of thehih over it? No doubt, at least, it orth considering The first thing to do was to find Mr Fogg, and apologize for his singular behavior

Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with the rolling of the steamer, to the afterdeck He saw no one who resembled either his otten up yet, and Mr Fogg has probably found some partners at whist”

He descended to the saloon Mr Fogg was not there Passepartout had only, however, to ask the purser the number of his master's staterooer by the na your pardon,” said Passepartout persistently ”He is a tall gentle lady--”

”There is no young lady on board,” interrupted the purser ”Here is a list of the passengers You may see for yourself”

Passepartout scanned the list, but his master's name was not upon it All at once an idea struck him

”Ah! Am I on the Carnatic?”