After dinner he found an opportunity to speak to Mr. Fogg privately. "Sir," he said--this term scorched his lips, so to speak, and he had to control himself; his impulse was to arrest this "gentleman"--"sir," said he, "it is very good of you to give me a passage; but although I cannot spend money as freely as you do, I shall be happy to pay my expenses." "You need not say anything about that," replied Mr. Fogg. "But if I insist upon it?" "No, sir," replied Fogg, in a tone which admitted of no discussion, "this is included in my general expenses." Fix bowed, he felt half stifled; and going forward, he sat down and did not speak for the whole day. Meantime they were making good progress. John Bunsby was in hopes of succeeding, and frequently said to Mr. Fogg that "they would be in time;" to which Fogg merely replied that "he counted upon it." The crew, also inspired by the hope of reward, worked hard. Not a sheet required bracing, not a sail that was not well hoisted, not one unnecessary lurch could be attributed to the steersman. They could not have worked the schooner better if they had been sailing a match in the Royal Yacht Club Regatta. By the evening the log showed that they had run two hundred and twenty miles, and Mr. Fogg hoped that when he arrived at Yokohama he would not have to record any delay in his journal. If so, the only check he had met with since he left London would not affect his journey. Towards morning the _Tankadere_ entered the Straits of Fo-kien, which separate Formosa from the Chinese coasts. The sea was very rough, and it was difficult to stand on deck. At daybreak the wind freshened still more, and there was every appearance of a storm. The mercury rose and fell at intervals. In the south-east the sea rose in a long swell, which betokened a tempest. The pilot studied the aspect of the heavens for a long time, and at last said to Mr. Fogg: "I suppose I may tell your honour what I think?" "Of course," replied Fogg. "Well, then, we are going to have a storm." "From the north or south?" asked Mr. Fogg calmly. "From the south. A typhoon is approaching." "I am glad it is coming from the south, it will help us on." "Oh, if you look on it in that light," said Bunsby, "I have no more to say." The presentiments of Bunsby were fulfilled. During the summer the typhoon would have been probably dissipated in an electric cascade, but in the winter it would probably have its course. So the pilot took his precautions. He took in his sails and set merely the storm-jib, and waited. The pilot begged his passengers to go below, but in such a narrow and confined space the imprisonment was far from agreeable, so none of them would quit the deck. About eight o'clock the hurricane, with torrents of rain, burst upon them. With nothing but the small jib, the _Tankadere_ was almost lifted out of the water by the tempest. She darted through the sea like a locomotive at full-speed.