"Not the least."
The captain spoke in a tone which did not admit of argument.
"But the owners of the Henrietta?" began Fogg.
"I am the owner. The vessel belongs to me."
"I will hire it from you."
"No."
"I will buy it, then."
"No."
Mr. Fogg did not betray the slightest disappointment, notwithstanding the gravity of the situation. Things were not at New York as at Hong Kong, nor was the captain of the Henrietta like the pilot of the Tankadere. Hitherto money had smoothed all obstacles. Now it failed.
Nevertheless, some means of crossing the Atlantic must be found, and
Phileas Fogg, apparently, had an idea, for he said to the captain: