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Chapter 21

           Still,theTankaderewassolight,andherfinesailscaughttheficklezephyrssowell,that,withtheaidofthecurrentsJohnBunsbyfoundhimselfatsixo’clocknotmorethantenmilesfromthemouthofShanghaiRiver.Shanghaiitselfissituatedatleasttwelvemilesupthestream.AtseventheywerestillthreemilesfromShanghai.Thepilotsworeanangryoath;therewardoftwohundredpoundswasevidentlyonthepointofescapinghim.HelookedatMr.Fogg.Mr.Foggwasperfectlytranquil;andyethiswholefortunewasatthismomentatstake.

           Atthismoment,also,alongblackfunnel,crownedwithwreathsofsmoke,appearedontheedgeofthewaters.ItwastheAmericansteamer,leavingforYokohamaattheappointedtime.

           "Confoundher!"criedJohnBunsby,pushingbacktherudderwithadesperatejerk.

           "Signalher!"saidPhileasFoggquietly.

           AsmallbrasscannonstoodontheforwarddeckoftheTankadere,formakingsignalsinthefogs.Itwasloadedtothemuzzle;butjustasthepilotwasabouttoapplyared-hotcoaltothetouchhole,Mr.Foggsaid,"Hoistyourflag!"

           Theflagwasrunupathalf-mast,and,thisbeingthesignalofdistress,itwashopedthattheAmericansteamer,perceivingit,wouldchangehercoursealittle,soastosuccourthepilot-boat.

           "Fire!"saidMr.Fogg.Andtheboomingofthelittlecannonresoundedintheair.

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