"Where are we ?" were the first words his anger permitted him to utter.

Had the poor man be an apoplectic, he could never have recovered from his paroxysm of wrath.
"Where are we ?" he repeated, with purple face.
"Seven hundred and seven miles from Liverpool," replied Mr.Fogg, with imperturbable calmness.
"Pirate!" cried Captain Speedy.
"I have sent for you, sir--" "Pickaroon!" "-- sir," continued Mr.Fogg, "to ask you to sell me your vessel." "No! By all the devils, no!" "But I shall be obliged to burn her." "Burn the Henrietta!" "Yes; at least the upper part of her.

The coal has given out." "Burn my vessel!" cried Captain Speedy, who could scarcely pronounce the words.

"A vessel worth fifty thousand dollars!" "Here are sixty thousand," replied Phileas Fogg, handing the captain a roll of bank-bills.

This had a prodigious effect on Andrew Speedy.