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1In a few moments, with cries and oaths, a bomb appeared on the poop-deck. The bomb was Captain Speedy. It was clear that
2he was on the point of bursting. "Where are we?" were the first words his anger permitted him to utter. Had the poor man
3been an apoplectic, he could never have recovered from his paroxysm of wrath. "Where are we?" he repeated, with purple
4face. "Seven hundred and seven miles from Liverpool," replied Mr. Fogg, with imperturbable calmness. "Pirate!" cried
5Captain Speedy. "I have sent for you, sir--" "Pickaroon!" "--sir," continued Mr. Fogg, "to ask you to sell me your
6vessel." "No! By all the devils, no!" "But I shall be obliged to burn her." "Burn the 'Henrietta'!" "Yes; at least the
7upper part of her. The coal has given out." "Burn my vessel!" cried Captain Speedy, who could scarcely pronounce the
8words. "A vessel worth fifty thousand dollars!" "Here are sixty thousand," replied Phileas Fogg, handing the captain a
9roll of bank-bills. This had a prodigious effect on Andrew Speedy. An American can scarcely remain unmoved at the sight
10of sixty thousand dollars. The captain forgot in an instant his anger, his imprisonment, and all his grudges against his
11passenger. The "Henrietta" was twenty years old; it was a great bargain. The bomb would not go off after all. Mr. Fogg
12had taken away the match. "And I shall still have the iron hull," said the captain in a softer tone. "The iron hull and
13the engine. Is it agreed?" "Agreed." And Andrew Speedy, seizing the banknotes, counted them and consigned them to his
14pocket. During this colloquy, Passepartout was as white as a sheet, and Fix seemed on the point of having an apoplectic
15fit. Nearly twenty thousand pounds had been expended, and Fogg left the hull and engine to the captain, that is, near
16the whole value of the craft! It was true, however, that fifty-five thousand pounds had been stolen from the Bank. When
17Andrew Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg said to him, "Don't let this astonish you, sir. You must know that I
18shall lose twenty thousand pounds, unless I arrive in London by a quarter before nine on the evening of the 21st of
19December. I missed the steamer at New York, and as you refused to take me to Liverpool--" "And I did well!" cried Andrew
20Speedy; "for I have gained at least forty thousand dollars by it!" He added, more sedately, "Do you know one thing,
21Captain--" "Fogg." "Captain Fogg, you've got something of the Yankee about you." And, having paid his passenger what he
22considered a high compliment, he was going away, when Mr. Fogg said, "The vessel now belongs to me?" "Certainly, from
23the keel to the truck of the masts--all the wood, that is." "Very well. Have the interior seats, bunks, and frames
24pulled down, and burn them." It was necessary to have dry wood to keep the steam up to the adequate pressure, and on
25that day the poop, cabins, bunks, and the spare deck were sacrificed. On the next day, the 19th of December, the masts,
26rafts, and spars were burned; the crew worked lustily, keeping up the fires. Passepartout hewed, cut, and sawed away
27with all his might. There was a perfect rage for demolition. The railings, fittings, the greater part of the deck, and
28top sides disappeared on the 20th, and the "Henrietta" was now only a flat hulk. But on this day they sighted the Irish
29coast and Fastnet Light. By ten in the evening they were passing Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had only twenty-four hours
30more in which to get to London; that length of time was necessary to reach Liverpool, with all steam on. And the steam
31was about to give out altogether! "Sir," said Captain Speedy, who was now deeply interested in Mr. Fogg's project, "I
32really commiserate you. Everything is against you. We are only opposite Queenstown." "Ah," said Mr. Fogg, "is that place
33where we see the lights Queenstown?" "Yes." "Can we enter the harbour?" "Not under three hours. Only at high tide."
34"Stay," replied Mr. Fogg calmly, without betraying in his features that by a supreme inspiration he was about to attempt
35once more to conquer ill-fortune. Queenstown is the Irish port at which the transatlantic steamers stop to put off the
36mails. These mails are carried to Dublin by express trains always held in readiness to start; from Dublin they are sent
37on to Liverpool by the most rapid boats, and thus gain twelve hours on the Atlantic steamers. Phileas Fogg counted on
38gaining twelve hours in the same way. Instead of arriving at Liverpool the next evening by the "Henrietta," he would be
39there by noon, and would therefore have time to reach London before a quarter before nine in the evening. The
40"Henrietta" entered Queenstown Harbour at one o'clock in the morning, it then being high tide; and Phileas Fogg, after
41being grasped heartily by the hand by Captain Speedy, left that gentleman on the levelled hulk of his craft, which was
42still worth half what he had sold it for. The party went on shore at once. Fix was greatly tempted to arrest Mr. Fogg on
43the spot; but he did not. Why? What struggle was going on within him? Had he changed his mind about "his man"? Did he
44understand that he had made a grave mistake? He did not, however, abandon Mr. Fogg. They all got upon the train, which
45was just ready to start, at half-past one; at dawn of day they were in Dublin; and they lost no time in embarking on a
46steamer which, disdaining to rise upon the waves, invariably cut through them. Phileas Fogg at last disembarked on the
47Liverpool quay, at twenty minutes before twelve, 21st December. He was only six hours distant from London. But at this
48moment Fix came up, put his hand upon Mr. Fogg's shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said, "You are really Phileas
49Fogg?" "I am." "I arrest you in the Queen's name!"
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