Pa.s.se-partout was charmed. This last exploit of his master delighted him above everything; he was the life and soul of the crew, and his good spirits were infectious. He had forgotten the past vexation, and only looked forward to the future. He kept his eye warily upon Fix, but scarcely spoke, for the old intimacy no longer existed between them.
It must be confessed that Fix did not understand what was going on.
The seizure of the _Henrietta_, the bribery of the crew, and Fogg"s seamanlike qualities perfectly astounded him; he did not know what to think; for a gentleman who had begun by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel, and Fix not unnaturally came to the conclusion that the _Henrietta_ would not reach Liverpool at all, but proceed to some port where Mr. Fogg, turned pirate, would be in safety. The detective was sorry he had gone into the business.
All this time Captain Speedy continued to grumble and swear in his cabin, and Pa.s.se-partout, who took him his meals, was obliged to be very circ.u.mspect. Mr. Fogg did not seem to care whether there was a captain on board or not.
On the 13th they pa.s.sed the Banks of Newfoundland. This was a dangerous part of the coast, particularly in winter, when fogs and gales are frequent. On this occasion the barometer had been falling all the preceding day, and during the night the cold became more intense, and the wind chopped to the south-east.
This was unfortunate. Mr. Fogg furled his sails and put on full-steam; nevertheless the speed fell off, as the vessel pitched heavily. The wind rose, and the position of the _Henrietta_ became precarious.
Pa.s.se-partout"s face darkened as the sky, and for two days he was in mortal terror. But Mr. Fogg was a bold sailor, and kept the ship head to sea without even reducing the steam. The _Henrietta_ rushed through the waves and deluged her decks. Sometimes the screw was clear out of the water, but still they kept on.
Although the wind did not increase to a tempest, it held to the south-east, so the sails were rendered useless, and a great aid to the screw was thus lost.
The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Fogg"s departure from London, and half the voyage across the Atlantic had been accomplished, and the worst was over. In the summer, success would have been a.s.sured, but in winter the weather had them at its mercy.
Pa.s.se-partout said nothing, but consoled himself with the reflection that the steam would not fail them, and he hoped on.
One day the engineer came on deck and spoke anxiously to Mr. Fogg.
This consultation made Pa.s.se-partout very uneasy; he would have given his ears to have heard what they were saying; he managed to catch a few words, and heard his master say, "Are you sure?"
"Quite certain," replied the engineer; "you must not forget that we have been piling up the fire ever since we left, and though we had sufficient coal to go under easy steam to Bordeaux, we had not enough to carry us to Liverpool at full pressure."
"I will think about it," said Mr. Fogg; and then Pa.s.se-partout understood it all.
The coal was failing!
"If my master can get over this," he thought, "he will be a clever fellow."
He was so agitated he could not help imparting his knowledge to Fix, who replied, "Then you really think we are going to Liverpool?"
"Of course we are."
"You idiot!" replied the detective, shrugging his shoulders, as he turned away.
Pa.s.se-partout would have revenged himself for this insult if he had not reflected that the unlucky Fix was very probably disappointed and humiliated at having followed a false scent all the way round the world.
But what would Phileas Fogg do now? No one could say; but he himself appeared as cool as ever, and to have decided, for he told the engineer, the same evening, to keep the full-steam on till the coal was exhausted.
So the _Henrietta_ proceeded at full-steam until, on the 18th, the coals began to give out, as the engineer had foretold.
"Keep up the steam as much as possible," said Mr. Fogg.
About midday, Phileas Fogg, having taken the ship"s reckoning, told Pa.s.se-partout to release Captain Speedy. The Frenchman would rather have unloosed a tiger, and said, as he went aft, "What an awful rage he will be in."
A few minutes later a bomb appeared on deck. This bomb was Captain Speedy, and looked ready to burst.
"Where are we?" was his first remark, as soon as his anger would allow him to speak. "Where are we?" he repeated, looking round.
"Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool," replied Mr. Fogg calmly.
"Pirate!" roared Andrew Speedy.
"I requested your attendance, sir."
"You robber!"
"Sir," said Mr. Fogg, "I wish to ask you to sell me your vessel."
"Never, by all the devils!"
"Then I shall be obliged to burn her."
"Burn my ship?"
"Yes, at least the upper works, as we are in want of fuel."
"Burn my ship!" roared Captain Speedy; "why she is worth fifty thousand dollars!"
"Here are sixty thousand dollars," replied Fogg, as he offered him a roll of bank-notes.
This had a great effect upon Captain Speedy. In an instant he forgot his anger, his incarceration, and all his complaints. The ship was twenty years old, he would make his fortune. The bomb would not burst after all. Mr. Fogg had extinguished the fuze.
"I shall still keep the hulk, I suppose?"
"The hulk and the engine are yours. Is it a bargain?"
"Yes." And Speedy, seizing the proffered money, put it (speedily) into his pocket.
All this time Pa.s.se-partout was as pale as a ghost, while Fix looked as if he were going into a fit. Twenty thousand pounds expended, and the captain still possessed the hull and the machinery, the most valuable portion of the vessel! It was true that fifty-five thousand pounds had been stolen.
When Speedy had pocketed the money, Mr. Fogg said to him: "Don"t be astonished at all this; you must know that if I do not reach London on the 21st of December, I shall lose twenty thousand pounds. Now you see I lost the steamer at New York--you refused to take me to Liverpool--"
"And I was right," replied the captain, "for I have made twenty thousand dollars by the refusal." Then he added, more seriously:
"Do you know one thing, Captain--"
"Fogg," said that worthy.
"Captain Fogg; you"ve got a spice of the Yankee in you!" And having paid him this compliment, as he fancied, he was going below, when Fogg said, "Now the vessel is mine!"
"Certainly; from truck to keelson--the wood I mean!"
"All right. Please have all the woodwork cut away and burnt."
It was absolutely necessary to burn the dry wood for fuel; and that day the p.o.o.p, cabin fittings, bunks, and the spar-deck were consumed.
Next day, the 19th December, they burned the masts and spars. The crew worked with a will, and Pa.s.se-partout sawed away as l.u.s.tily as any ten men. Next day the upper works disappeared, and the _Henrietta_ was then only a hulk. But on that day they sighted the Fastnet Light and the Irish coast. By ten o"clock they pa.s.sed Queenstown. Phileas Fogg had now only twenty-four hours left to reach Liverpool, even if he kept up full-speed; and the steam was likely to give out apparently.