. She was as bright and clean as possible, and Bunsby
evidently took a pride in his little craft. Her masts raked rather.
She carried foresail and the usual sails for a ship of her tonnage.
She could evidently make good way, as indeed she had proved by winning
several prizes.

The crew consisted of the owner and four other men, all well
acquainted with the neighbouring seas, which they scoured in search of
ships wanting pilots. John Bunsby was a man of about five-and-forty,
vigorous and full of decision and energy, calculated to reassure the
most nervous passengers.

Phileas Fogg and Mrs. Aouda went on board, where they found Fix
already installed. The accommodation was not extensive, but everything
was clean and neat.

"I am sorry I have nothing better to offer you," said Mr. Fogg to Fix.
The latter bowed without replying, for he felt somewhat humiliated in
accepting Mr. Fogg's kindness under the circumstances.

"At any rate," he thought, "if he is a rascal he is a very polite
one."

At ten minutes past three the sails were hoisted, the English flag was
run up to the peak; the passengers took a last look at the quays in
the hope of descrying Passe-partout, but they were disappointed. Fix
was somewhat afraid that some chance might bring the lad whom he had
treated so badly in that direction, and then an explanation would
surely have ensued of a nature by no means satisfactory to the
detective. But the Frenchman did not turn up, and no doubt he was
still under the influence of the opium.

So John Bunsby stood out to sea, and the _Tankadere_, with the wind on
the quarter, went bounding briskly over the waves.

CHAPTER XXI.

Showing how the Owner of the _Tankadere_ nearly lost the Bonus of Two
Hundred Pounds.

This voyage of eight hundred miles was one of great risk at that
season of the year in those seas, which are usually very rough,
particularly during the equinoxes, and it was then the beginning of
November.

It would have been very much to the advantage of the owner of the
_Tankadere_ to have gone on to Yokohama, as he was paid so much a day,
but such a voyage would have been extremely rash. It was a risk to go
to Shanghai; still, John Bunsby had confidence in his ship, which
sailed like a bird, and perhaps he was right.

"There is no need for me to urge you to speed," said Fogg to Bunsby,
when they had got out to sea.

"Your honour may depend upon me," replied Bunsby; "I will do all I
c