Chapter

 1 IX   |       coast: two hours later the pilot came on board. A range of
 2 XVIII|          course, be missed. ~The pilot went on board at six, and
 3 XVIII|         hesitate to approach the pilot, and tranquilly ask him
 4 XVIII| to-morrow morning," answered the pilot. ~"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without
 5 XVIII|      willingly have embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been
 6 XVIII|         Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it heartily
 7 XVIII|        his delight, exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the best of good
 8 XVIII|      best of good fellows!" ~The pilot probably does not know to
 9 XX   |              Very much so." ~The pilot walked away a little distance,
10 XX   |      Fogg," was her answer. ~The pilot now returned, shuffling
11 XX   |        hat in his hands. ~"Well, pilot?" said Mr. Fogg. ~"Well,
12 XX   |        freely. ~"But," added the pilot, "it might be arranged another
13 XX   |   northward, and would aid us. ~"Pilot," said Mr. Fogg, "I must
14 XX   |           Why not?" returned the pilot. "The San Francisco steamer
15 XXI  |      admirably. ~"I do not need, pilot," said Phileas Fogg, when
16 XXI  |        Its your trade, not mine, pilot, and I confide in you." ~
17 XXI  |        part of the heavens. ~The pilot had hung out his lights,
18 XXI  |   prudent to take in a reef, the pilot, after carefully examining
19 XXI  |          on one of the cots. The pilot and crew remained on deck
20 XXI  |         from the south-west. The pilot put up his poles, but took
21 XXI  |        with great violence. ~The pilot took his precautions in
22 XXI  |         adroit management of the pilot saved her. The passengers
23 XXI  |         so too." ~"Ah!" said the pilot. "But which one?" ~"I know
24 XXI  |         is - " ~"Shanghai." ~The pilot, at first, did not seem
25 XXI  |         miles from Shanghai. The pilot swore an angry oath; the
26 XXI  |          muzzle; but just as the pilot was about to apply a red-hot