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1IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE "TANKADERE" RUNS GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS This voyage of eight
2hundred miles was a perilous venture on a craft of twenty tons, and at that season of the year. The Chinese seas are
3usually boisterous, subject to terrible gales of wind, and especially during the equinoxes; and it was now early
4November. It would clearly have been to the master's advantage to carry his passengers to Yokohama, since he was paid a
5certain sum per day; but he would have been rash to attempt such a voyage, and it was imprudent even to attempt to reach
6Shanghai. But John Bunsby believed in the "Tankadere," which rode on the waves like a seagull; and perhaps he was not
7wrong. Late in the day they passed through the capricious channels of Hong Kong, and the "Tankadere," impelled by
8favourable winds, conducted herself admirably. "I do not need, pilot," said Phileas Fogg, when they got into the open
9sea, "to advise you to use all possible speed." "Trust me, your honour. We are carrying all the sail the wind will let
10us. The poles would add nothing, and are only used when we are going into port." "It's your trade, not mine, pilot, and
11I confide in you." Phileas Fogg, with body erect and legs wide apart, standing like a sailor, gazed without staggering
12at the swelling waters. The young woman, who was seated aft, was profoundly affected as she looked out upon the ocean,
13darkening now with the twilight, on which she had ventured in so frail a vessel. Above her head rustled the white sails,
14which seemed like great white wings. The boat, carried forward by the wind, seemed to be flying in the air. Night came.
15The moon was entering her first quarter, and her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon.
16Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part of the heavens. The pilot had hung out his lights, which
17was very necessary in these seas crowded with vessels bound landward; for collisions are not uncommon occurrences, and,
18at the speed she was going, the least shock would shatter the gallant little craft. Fix, seated in the bow, gave himself
19up to meditation. He kept apart from his fellow-travellers, knowing Mr. Fogg's taciturn tastes; besides, he did not
20quite like to talk to the man whose favours he had accepted. He was thinking, too, of the future. It seemed certain that
21Fogg would not stop at Yokohama, but would at once take the boat for San Francisco; and the vast extent of America would
22ensure him impunity and safety. Fogg's plan appeared to him the simplest in the world. Instead of sailing directly from
23England to the United States, like a common villain, he had traversed three quarters of the globe, so as to gain the
24American continent more surely; and there, after throwing the police off his track, he would quietly enjoy himself with
25the fortune stolen from the bank. But, once in the United States, what should he, Fix, do? Should he abandon this man?
26No, a hundred times no! Until he had secured his extradition, he would not lose sight of him for an hour. It was his
27duty, and he would fulfil it to the end. At all events, there was one thing to be thankful for; Passepartout was not
28with his master; and it was above all important, after the confidences Fix had imparted to him, that the servant should
29never have speech with his master. Phileas Fogg was also thinking of Passepartout, who had so strangely disappeared.
30Looking at the matter from every point of view, it did not seem to him impossible that, by some mistake, the man might
31have embarked on the "Carnatic" at the last moment; and this was also Aouda's opinion, who regretted very much the loss
32of the worthy fellow to whom she owed so much. They might then find him at Yokohama; for, if the "Carnatic" was carrying
33him thither, it would be easy to ascertain if he had been on board. A brisk breeze arose about ten o'clock; but, though
34it might have been prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, after carefully examining the heavens, let the craft remain
35rigged as before. The "Tankadere" bore sail admirably, as she drew a great deal of water, and everything was prepared
36for high speed in case of a gale. Mr. Fogg and Aouda descended into the cabin at midnight, having been already preceded
37by Fix, who had lain down on one of the cots. The pilot and crew remained on deck all night. At sunrise the next day,
38which was 8th November, the boat had made more than one hundred miles. The log indicated a mean speed of between eight
39and nine miles. The "Tankadere" still carried all sail, and was accomplishing her greatest capacity of speed. If the
40wind held as it was, the chances would be in her favour. During the day she kept along the coast, where the currents
41were favourable; the coast, irregular in profile, and visible sometimes across the clearings, was at most five miles
42distant. The sea was less boisterous, since the wind came off land--a fortunate circumstance for the boat, which would
43suffer, owing to its small tonnage, by a heavy surge on the sea. The breeze subsided a little towards noon, and set in
44from the south-west. The pilot put up his poles, but took them down again within two hours, as the wind freshened up
45anew. Mr. Fogg and Aouda, happily unaffected by the roughness of the sea, ate with a good appetite, Fix being invited to
46share their repast, which he accepted with secret chagrin. To travel at this man's expense and live upon his provisions
47was not palatable to him. Still, he was obliged to eat, and so he ate. When the meal was over, he took Mr. Fogg apart,
48and said, "sir"--this "sir" scorched his lips, and he had to control himself to avoid collaring this "gentleman"--"sir,
49you have been very kind to give me a passage on this boat. But, though my means will not admit of my expending them as
50freely as you, I must ask to pay my share--" "Let us not speak of that, sir," replied Mr. Fogg. "But, if I insist--"
51"No, sir," repeated Mr. Fogg, in a tone which did not admit of a reply. "This enters into my general expenses." Fix, as
52he bowed, had a stifled feeling, and, going forward, where he ensconced himself, did not open his mouth for the rest of
53the day. Meanwhile they were progressing famously, and John Bunsby was in high hope. He several times assured Mr. Fogg
54that they would reach Shanghai in time; to which that gentleman responded that he counted upon it. The crew set to work
55in good earnest, inspired by the reward to be gained. There was not a sheet which was not tightened, not a sail which
56was not vigorously hoisted; not a lurch could be charged to the man at the helm. They worked as desperately as if they
57were contesting in a Royal yacht regatta. By evening, the log showed that two hundred and twenty miles had been
58accomplished from Hong Kong, and Mr. Fogg might hope that he would be able to reach Yokohama without recording any delay
59in his journal; in which case, the many misadventures which had overtaken him since he left London would not seriously
60affect his journey. The "Tankadere" entered the Straits of Fo-Kien, which separate the island of Formosa from the
61Chinese coast, in the small hours of the night, and crossed the Tropic of Cancer. The sea was very rough in the straits,
62full of eddies formed by the counter-currents, and the chopping waves broke her course, whilst it became very difficult
63to stand on deck. At daybreak the wind began to blow hard again, and the heavens seemed to predict a gale. The barometer
64announced a speedy change, the mercury rising and falling capriciously; the sea also, in the south-east, raised long
65surges which indicated a tempest. The sun had set the evening before in a red mist, in the midst of the phosphorescent
66scintillations of the ocean. John Bunsby long examined the threatening aspect of the heavens, muttering indistinctly
67between his teeth. At last he said in a low voice to Mr. Fogg, "Shall I speak out to your honour?" "Of course." "Well,
68we are going to have a squall." "Is the wind north or south?" asked Mr. Fogg quietly. "South. Look! a typhoon is coming
69up." "Glad it's a typhoon from the south, for it will carry us forward."
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