Phileas Fogg Fights Bad Luck Head-On

The “China,” in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg’s last hope. None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The “Pereire,” of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg’s last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.

When the “China” departed, it seemed to carry away Phileas Fogg’s last hope. None of the other steamships could serve his plans. The “Pereire,” of the French Transatlantic Company, did not leave until the 14th. The company’s excellent steamships were as fast and comfortable as any. The Hamburg boats went to Havre, not directly to Liverpool or London. The extra journey from Havre to Southampton would make Phileas Fogg’s final efforts useless. The Inman steamship did not leave until the next day. It could not cross the Atlantic in time for him to win the wager.

Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his “Bradshaw,” which gave him the daily movements of the transatlantic steamers.

Mr. Fogg learned all this by consulting his “Bradshaw,” which listed the daily movements of transatlantic steamships.

Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, only said: “We will consult about what is best to-morrow. Come.”

Passepartout was crushed. Missing the boat by three-quarters of an hour was devastating. It was his fault. Instead of helping his master, he had done nothing but put obstacles in his path! He recalled all the incidents of the journey. He counted all the money wasted and spent on his behalf. He thought about the enormous wager and the heavy expenses of this useless journey. Together, they would completely ruin Mr. Fogg. Passepartout blamed himself bitterly. Mr. Fogg, however, did not scold him. As they left the Cunard pier, he only said: “We will discuss what is best tomorrow. Come.”

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.

The party crossed the Hudson on the Jersey City ferry, then took a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel on Broadway. They booked rooms for the night. The night passed quickly for Phileas Fogg, who slept soundly. But it seemed very long to Aouda and the others, who were too anxious to rest.

The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the “China,” one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.

The next day was December 12. From 7:00 a.m. on December 12 to 8:45 p.m. on December 21 was nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left on the “China,” one of the fastest steamships on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool and then London within the agreed time.

Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone, after giving Passepartout instructions to await his return, and inform Aouda to be ready at an instant’s notice. He proceeded to the banks of the Hudson, and looked about among the vessels moored or anchored in the river, for any that were about to depart. Several had departure signals, and were preparing to put to sea at morning tide; for in this immense and admirable port there is not one day in a hundred that vessels do not set out for every quarter of the globe. But they were mostly sailing vessels, of which, of course, Phileas Fogg could make no use.

Mr. Fogg left the hotel alone. He told Passepartout to wait for his return and tell Aouda to be ready at a moment’s notice. He went to the Hudson and looked among the vessels moored or anchored in the river for any about to leave. Several had raised departure signals and were preparing to sail with the morning tide. In this immense and impressive port, ships leave for every part of the world on all but one day in a hundred. But most were sailing vessels, which Phileas Fogg could not use.

He seemed about to give up all hope, when he espied, anchored at the Battery, a cable’s length off at most, a trading vessel, with a screw, well-shaped, whose funnel, puffing a cloud of smoke, indicated that she was getting ready for departure.

He seemed ready to give up all hope when he spotted a trading vessel anchored at the Battery. It was no more than a cable’s length away. The well-shaped vessel had a screw propeller, and its funnel was puffing smoke, showing that it was preparing to depart.

Phileas Fogg hailed a boat, got into it, and soon found himself on board the “Henrietta,” iron-hulled, wood-built above. He ascended to the deck, and asked for the captain, who forthwith presented himself. He was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-wolf, with big eyes, a complexion of oxidised copper, red hair and thick neck, and a growling voice.

Phileas Fogg hailed a boat and climbed in. Soon he was aboard the “Henrietta,” which had an iron hull and wooden upper structures. He went up to the deck and asked for the captain, who appeared at once. The captain was fifty, a sort of sea-wolf with big eyes, a copper-colored complexion, red hair, and a thick neck. His voice was a growl.

“The captain?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“The captain?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“I am the captain.”

“I am the captain.”

“I am Phileas Fogg, of London.”

“I am Phileas Fogg from London.”

“And I am Andrew Speedy, of Cardiff.”

“And I’m Andrew Speedy from Cardiff.”

“You are going to put to sea?”

“Are you going to sail?”

“In an hour.”

“In an hour.”

“You are bound for—”

“You’re headed for...”

“Bordeaux.”

“Bordeaux.”

“And your cargo?”

“And your cargo?”

“No freight. Going in ballast.”

“No cargo. Sailing with ballast for stability.”

“Have you any passengers?”

“Do you have any passengers?”

“No passengers. Never have passengers. Too much in the way.”

“No passengers. Never take passengers. They get in the way too much.”

“Is your vessel a swift one?”

“Is your boat fast?”

“Between eleven and twelve knots. The “Henrietta,” well known.”

“Between eleven and twelve knots. The “Henrietta” is well known.”

“Will you carry me and three other persons to Liverpool?”

“Will you take me and three other people to Liverpool?”

“To Liverpool? Why not to China?”

“To Liverpool? Why not to China?”

“I said Liverpool.”

“I said Liverpool.”

“No!”

“No!”

“No?”

“No?”

“No. I am setting out for Bordeaux, and shall go to Bordeaux.”

“No. I am leaving for Bordeaux, and I will go to Bordeaux.”

“Money is no object?”

“Cost is not a concern?”

“None.”

“None.”

The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of a reply.

The captain spoke in a tone that left no room for a reply.

“But the owners of the ‘Henrietta’—” resumed Phileas Fogg.

“But the owners of the ‘Henrietta’...” Phileas Fogg continued.

“The owners are myself,” replied the captain. “The vessel belongs to me.”

“I’m the owner,” replied the captain. “The ship belongs to me.”

“I will freight it for you.”

“I’ll charter it for you.”

“No.”

“No.”

“I will buy it of you.”

“I will buy it from you.”

“No.”

“No.”

Phileas Fogg did not betray the least disappointment; but the situation was a grave one. It was not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor with the captain of the “Henrietta” as with the captain of the “Tankadere.” Up to this time money had smoothed away every obstacle. Now money failed.

Phileas Fogg showed no disappointment at all, but the situation was serious. New York was not Hong Kong, and the captain of the “Henrietta” was not like the captain of the “Tankadere.” Until now, money had removed every obstacle. Now money failed.

Still, some means must be found to cross the Atlantic on a boat, unless by balloon—which would have been venturesome, besides not being capable of being put in practice. It seemed that Phileas Fogg had an idea, for he said to the captain, “Well, will you carry me to Bordeaux?”

Still, they had to find a way to cross the Atlantic by boat, unless they went by balloon. But a balloon would have been risky and impossible to use. Phileas Fogg seemed to have an idea. He said to the captain, “Well, will you take me to Bordeaux?”

“No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars.”

“No, not if you paid me two hundred dollars.”

“I offer you two thousand.”

“I’ll give you two thousand.”

“Apiece?”

“Each?”

“Apiece.”

“Each.”

“And there are four of you?”

“And there are four of you?”

“Four.”

“Four.”

Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. There were eight thousand dollars to gain, without changing his route; for which it was well worth conquering the repugnance he had for all kinds of passengers. Besides, passengers at two thousand dollars are no longer passengers, but valuable merchandise. “I start at nine o’clock,” said Captain Speedy, simply. “Are you and your party ready?”

Captain Speedy began to scratch his head. He could earn eight thousand dollars without changing his route. For that much, it was well worth overcoming his dislike of all passengers. Besides, at two thousand dollars each, passengers were no longer passengers but valuable cargo. “I leave at nine o’clock,” said Captain Speedy simply. “Are you and your party ready?”

“We will be on board at nine o’clock,” replied, no less simply, Mr. Fogg.

“We will be on board at nine o’clock,” Mr. Fogg replied just as simply.

It was half-past eight. To disembark from the “Henrietta,” jump into a hack, hurry to the St. Nicholas, and return with Aouda, Passepartout, and even the inseparable Fix was the work of a brief time, and was performed by Mr. Fogg with the coolness which never abandoned him. They were on board when the “Henrietta” made ready to weigh anchor.

It was eight thirty. Mr. Fogg left the “Henrietta,” jumped into a cab, and hurried to the St. Nicholas. He soon returned with Aouda, Passepartout, and even the ever-present Fix. Throughout, he remained as calm as ever. They were on board when the “Henrietta” prepared to raise anchor.

When Passepartout heard what this last voyage was going to cost, he uttered a prolonged “Oh!” which extended throughout his vocal gamut.

When Passepartout heard what this last voyage would cost, he let out a long “Oh!” that spanned his entire vocal range.

As for Fix, he said to himself that the Bank of England would certainly not come out of this affair well indemnified. When they reached England, even if Mr. Fogg did not throw some handfuls of bank-bills into the sea, more than seven thousand pounds would have been spent!

Fix thought to himself that the Bank of England would certainly not recover much of its money from this affair. By the time they reached England, more than seven thousand pounds would have been spent, even if Mr. Fogg did not throw handfuls of banknotes into the sea!