And I'm here to say he was." He breathed fierce defiance and invited any man alive to tell him he was lying. "And you never got even?" asked the bar-tender, seeing that no one took up the challenge. "Never set eyes on him from that day to this," said his boss regretfully. "And if you did?" Smith paused, took a drink. "So help me, I'd Shanghai him if he was King of England!" And one of the crowd, who had put down the _San Francisco Chronicle_ in order to hear this yarn, picked it up again. "S'elp me," he said, in a breathless excitement, "'ere's a bally cohincidence. 'Ere's a telegram from 'Squimault, saying as how the flagship _Triumphant_, Hadmiral Sir Richard Dunn, K.C.B., is comin' down to San Francisco!" "Holy Moses, let's look!" said Shanghai Smith. He read, and a heavenly smile overspread his hard countenance. He almost looked good, such joy was his. "Tom," he said to the bar-tender, "set up the drinks for the crowd. This is my man, for sure. And him an admiral, too! Holy sailor, ain't this luck?" He went out into the street and walked to and fro rubbing his hands, while the men inside took their drink, and looked through the uncleaned windows at the boss. "Holy Mackinaw," said Billy, who had drifted West from Michigan, "I reckon never to hev seen Mr. Smith so pleased since he shipped a crowd in the _Harvester_, and got 'em away that night and shipped 'em in the _Silas K. Jones_." "He's struck a streak o' luck in his mind," said one of the seamen; "and it's this 'ere hadmiral. Now mark me, mates, I wouldn't be that 'ere hadmiral for the worth of California. Mr. Sir Blooming Hadmiral, K.C.B., et setterer, is going to 'ave a time." He shook his head over the melancholy fate of a British admiral. "Rot!" said one of the younger men; "'tain't possible to do nothin' to the likes of an admiral. Now, if 'twas a lieutenant or even a captain, I'm not sayin' as Mr. Smith mightn't do somethin'. But an admiral----" "You mark me," said the older man, "I'd rather be as green as grass and ship as an able-bodied seaman with Billy Yates of the _Wanderer_, than be in that hadmiral's shoes. What do you say, Tom?" Tom filled himself up a drink and considered. "Wa'al," he answered after a long pause, "it's my belief that it won't necessary be _all_ pie to be an admiral if the boss is half the man he used to be. For you see 'tis quite evident he has a special kind of respect for this admiral, and when Mr. Smith has been done by any one that he respects, he don't ever forget. Why, you know yourselves that if one of you was to do him, he'd forgive you right off after he'd kicked the stuffing out of you."