Part 20 (1/2)

”I think so too”

”Ah!” said the pilot ”But which one?”

”I know of but one,” returned Mr Fogg tranquilly

”And that is--”

”Shanghai”

The pilot, at first, did not seem to comprehend; he could scarcely realise so much determination and tenacity Then he cried, ”Well--yes!

Your honour is right To Shanghai!”

So the Tankadere kept steadily on her northward track

The night was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the craft did not founder Twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had not been constantly on the watch Aouda was exhausted, but did not utter a co rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves

Day reappeared The teed with undiminished fury; but the wind now returned to the south-east It was a favourable change, and the Tankadere again bounded forward on this h the waves crossed each other, and imparted shocks and counter-shocks which would have crushed a craft less solidly built Froh the broken ht The Tankadere was alone upon the sea

There were sons of a calm at noon, and these became more distinct as the sun descended toward the horizon The tehly exhausted, could now eat a little, and take soht was coain hoisted, and the speed of the boat was very good The nextat dawn they espied the coast, and John Bunsby was able to assert that they were not one hundred hai A hundredMr Fogg was due at Shanghai, if he did not wish towhich several hours were lost, they would be at this moment within thirty rew decidedly calmer, and happily the sea fell with it 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 currents 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; and 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 succour the pilot-boat

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

Chapter XXII

IN WHICH PassEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT, EVEN AT THE ANTIPODES, IT IS CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY IN ONE'S POCKET

The Carnatic, setting 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; and 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 fiftyon 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