Yes, Salted-Mouth, otherwise Drink-without-Thirst, was no doubt in want of some pettitoes.

They started off.

Coupeau took them to the bolt factory in the Rue Marcadet.
As they arrived a good half hour before the time the workmen came out, the zinc-worker gave a youngster two sous to go in and tell Salted-Mouth that his wife was ill and wanted him at once.

The blacksmith made his appearance, waddling in his walk, looking very calm, and scenting a tuck-out.
"Ah! you jokers!" said he, as soon as he caught sight of them hiding in a doorway.

"I guessed it.