We had altered ourselves a bit, had our hair cut and our beards trimmed by the hairdresser.

We bought fresh clothes, and what with this, and the feeling of being in a new place and having more money in our pockets than we'd ever dreamed about before, we looked so transmogrified when we saw ourselves in the glass that we hardly knew ourselves.

We had to change our names, too, for the first time in our lives; and it went harder against the grain than you'd think, for all we were a couple of cattle-duffers, with a warrant apiece sure to be after us before the year was out.
'It sounds ugly,' says Jim, after we had given our names as John Simmons and Henry Smith at the hotel where we put up at till the steamer was ready to start.

'I never thought that Jim Marston was to come to this--to be afraid to tell a fat, greasy-looking fellow like that innkeeper what his real name was.

Seems such a pitiful mean lie, don't it, Dick ?' 'It isn't so bad as being called No.