"Maybe you'll remark," I says, "who they happen to be."

"Shan and Sadler of Saleratus," he says.

"I believe you're a liar," I says, surprised at the name.

"Which there's a little tallow-faced runt in perspective," he says,climbing down the stays, "that I can lick," he says, being misled bymy size. And when that was over, I started for Saleratus.

It really was a town to the south, down near the coast. That's not its namenow, because it's reformed and doesn't like to remember the daysbefore it was regenerated. At that time some of it was Mexican, andmore of it was Chinese, and some of it wasn't connected with anythingbut perdition.