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The
night
was
comparatively
quiet
.
Some
of
the
sails
were
again
hoisted
,
and
the
speed
of
the
boat
was
very
good
.
The
next
morning
at
dawn
they
espied
the
coast
,
and
John
Bunsby
was
able
to
assert
that
they
were
not
one
hundred
miles
from
Shanghai
.
A
hundred
miles
,
and
only
one
day
to
traverse
them
!
That
very
evening
Mr.
Fogg
was
due
at
Shanghai
,
if
he
did
not
wish
to
miss
the
steamer
to
Yokohama
.
Had
there
been
no
storm
,
during
which
several
hours
were
lost
,
they
would
be
at
this
moment
within
thirty
miles
of
their
destination
.
The
wind
grew
decidedly
calmer
,
and
happily
the
sea
fell
with
it
.
All
sails
were
now
hoisted
,
and
at
noon
the
Tankadere
was
within
forty-five
miles
of
Shanghai
.
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
impatience
.
The
boat
must
keep
up
an
average
of
nine
miles
an
hour
,
and
the
wind
was
becoming
calmer
every
moment
!
It
was
a
capricious
breeze
,
coming
from
the
coast
,
and
after
it
passed
the
sea
became
smooth
.
Still
,
the
Tankadere
was
so
light
,
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
more
than
ten
miles
from
the
mouth
of
Shanghai
River
.
Shanghai
itself
is
situated
at
least
twelve
miles
up
the
stream
.
At
seven
they
were
still
three
miles
from
Shanghai
.
The
pilot
swore
an
angry
oath
;
the
reward
of
two
hundred
pounds
was
evidently
on
the
point
of
escaping
him
.
He
looked
at
Mr.
Fogg
.
Mr.
Fogg
was
perfectly
tranquil
;
and
yet
his
whole
fortune
was
at
this
moment
at
stake
.
At
this
moment
,
also
,
a
long
black
funnel
,
crowned
with
wreaths
of
smoke
,
appeared
on
the
edge
of
the
waters
.
It
was
the
American
steamer
,
leaving
for
Yokohama
at
the
appointed
time
.
"
Confound
her
!
"
cried
John
Bunsby
,
pushing
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
making
signals
in
the
fogs
.
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-mast
,
and
,
this
being
the
signal
of
distress
,
it
was
hoped
that
the
American
steamer
,
perceiving
it
,
would
change
her
course
a
little
,
so
as
to
succour
the
pilot-boat
.
"
Fire
!
"
said
Mr.
Fogg
.
And
the
booming
of
the
little
cannon
resounded
in
the
air
.
The
Carnatic
,
setting
sail
from
Hong
Kong
at
half-past
six
on
the
7th
of
November
,
directed
her
course
at
full
steam
towards
Japan
.
She
carried
a
large
cargo
and
a
well-filled
cabin
of
passengers
.
Two
state-rooms
in
the
rear
were
,
however
,
unoccupied
--
those
which
had
been
engaged
by
Phileas
Fogg
.
