**IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG**
While these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious o_he danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Aouda abou_he streets of the English quarter, making the necessary purchases for th_ong voyage before them. It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fog_o make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag; a lady could not be expecte_o travel comfortably under such conditions. He acquitted his task wit_haracteristic serenity, and invariably replied to the remonstrances of hi_air companion, who was confused by his patience and generosity:
"It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my programme."
The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they dined at _umptuously served table-d'hote; after which Aouda, shaking hands with he_rotector after the English fashion, retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fog_bsorbed himself throughout the evening in the perusal of The Times an_llustrated London News.
Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would have been not t_ee his servant return at bedtime. But, knowing that the steamer was not t_eave for Yokohama until the next morning, he did not disturb himself abou_he matter. When Passepartout did not appear the next morning to answer hi_aster's bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the least vexation, contented himsel_ith taking his carpet-bag, calling Aouda, and sending for a palanquin.
It was then eight o'clock; at half-past nine, it being then high tide, th_arnatic would leave the harbour. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, their luggage being brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour late_tepped upon the quay whence they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned tha_he Carnatic had sailed the evening before. He had expected to find not onl_he steamer, but his domestic, and was forced to give up both; but no sign o_isappointment appeared on his face, and he merely remarked to Aouda, "It i_n accident, madam; nothing more."
At this moment a man who had been observing him attentively approached. It wa_ix, who, bowing, addressed Mr. Fogg: "Were you not, like me, sir, a passenge_y the Rangoon, which arrived yesterday?"
"I was, sir," replied Mr. Fogg coldly. "But I have not the honour—"
"Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant here."
"Do you know where he is, sir?" asked Aouda anxiously.
"What!" responded Fix, feigning surprise. "Is he not with you?"
"No," said Aouda. "He has not made his appearance since yesterday. Could h_ave gone on board the Carnatic without us?"
"Without you, madam?" answered the detective. "Excuse me, did you intend t_ail in the Carnatic?"
"So did I, madam, and I am excessively disappointed. The Carnatic, its repair_eing completed, left Hong Kong twelve hours before the stated time, withou_ny notice being given; and we must now wait a week for another steamer."
As he said "a week" Fix felt his heart leap for joy. Fogg detained at Hon_ong for a week! There would be time for the warrant to arrive, and fortune a_ast favoured the representative of the law. His horror may be imagined whe_e heard Mr. Fogg say, in his placid voice, "But there are other vessel_esides the Carnatic, it seems to me, in the harbour of Hong Kong."
And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his steps toward the docks i_earch of some craft about to start. Fix, stupefied, followed; it seemed as i_e were attached to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. Chance, however, appeare_eally to have abandoned the man it had hitherto served so well. For thre_ours Phileas Fogg wandered about the docks, with the determination, i_ecessary, to charter a vessel to carry him to Yokohama; but he could onl_ind vessels which were loading or unloading, and which could not therefor_et sail. Fix began to hope again.
But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing his search, resolve_ot to stop if he had to resort to Macao, when he was accosted by a sailor o_ne of the wharves.
"Is your honour looking for a boat?"
"Have you a boat ready to sail?"
"Yes, your honour; a pilot-boat—No. 43—the best in the harbour."
"Does she go fast?"
"Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you look at her?"
"Your honour will be satisfied with her. Is it for a sea excursion?"
"No; for a voyage."
"Yes, will you agree to take me to Yokohama?"
The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide, and said, "Is you_onour joking?"
"No. I have missed the Carnatic, and I must get to Yokohama by the 14th at th_atest, to take the boat for San Francisco."
"I am sorry," said the sailor; "but it is impossible."
"I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an additional reward of two hundre_ounds if I reach Yokohama in time."
"Are you in earnest?"
"Very much so."
The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed out to sea, evidentl_truggling between the anxiety to gain a large sum and the fear of venturin_o far. Fix was in mortal suspense.
Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, "You would not be afraid, would you, madam?"
"Not with you, Mr. Fogg," was her answer.
The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands.
"Well, pilot?" said Mr. Fogg.
"Well, your honour," replied he, "I could not risk myself, my men, or m_ittle boat of scarcely twenty tons on so long a voyage at this time of year.
Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time, for it is sixteen hundred an_ixty 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 shoul_ot be forced to sail wide of the Chinese coast, which would be a grea_dvantage, as the currents run northward, and would aid us."
"Pilot," said Mr. Fogg, "I must take the American steamer at Yokohama, and no_t Shanghai or Nagasaki."
"Why not?" returned the pilot. "The San Francisco steamer does not start fro_okohama. It puts in at Yokohama and Nagasaki, but it starts from Shanghai."
"You are sure of that?"
"And when does the boat leave Shanghai?"
"On the 11th, at seven in the evening. We have, therefore, four days befor_s, that is ninety-six hours; and in that time, if we had good luck and _outh-west wind, and the sea was calm, we could make those eight hundred mile_o 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 t_ix, "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'_isappearance.
"I shall do all I can to find him," replied Phileas Fogg.
While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot-boat, th_thers directed their course to the police-station at Hong Kong. Phileas Fog_here gave Passepartout's description, and left a sum of money to be spent i_he search for him. The same formalities having been gone through at th_rench consulate, and the palanquin having stopped at the hotel for th_uggage, 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, an_ts provisions stored away, was ready for departure.
The Tankadere was a neat little craft of twenty tons, as gracefully built a_f 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 i_aking her presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward; she carrie_rigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and standing-jib, and was well rigged fo_unning 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 cre_f the Tankadere was composed of John Bunsby, the master, and four hard_ariners, who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bunsby, himself, a ma_f forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous, sunburnt, with a sprightly expressio_f the eye, and energetic and self-reliant countenance, would have inspire_onfidence 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 o_ots, above a circular divan; in the centre was a table provided with _winging lamp. The accommodation was confined, but neat.
"I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you," said Mr. Fogg to Fix, wh_owed without responding.
The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting by the kindnes_f 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, i_he hope of espying Passepartout. Fix was not without his fears lest chanc_hould direct the steps of the unfortunate servant, whom he had so badl_reated, in this direction; in which case an explanation the reverse o_atisfactory to the detective must have ensued. But the Frenchman did no_ppear, and, without doubt, was still lying under the stupefying influence o_he opium.
John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to start, and the Tankadere, taking the wind under her brigantine, foresail, and standing-jib, bounde_riskly forward over the waves.