Step right up! I ain't kiddin' you.

Five cents for two looks, and fifteen for the microscope." Suddenly he faltered.

At the edge of the crowd he had recognized two faces.

They were sensitive slender faces, strangely alike in feature and unlike in expression.

The young horseman of the afternoon was impatiently pushing his way through the crowd, while close behind him was a dainty girl with brown eyes slightly lifted at the outer corners, who held back in laughing wonder to watch the scene.
"Ricks," said Sandy, lowering his voice unsteadily, "is this Kentucky ?" "Yep; we crossed the line to-day." "I can't talk no more," said Sandy.