Here, you kids, get out of there and come and see the nice gentlemen.

Here they are, fellers." He haled forth from beneath the wagon cover two solemn-eyed and sleepy little girls, perhaps five years of age, and of so close a personal resemblance to each other as impressed all as uncanny.

The four men stepped to the wagon side, and in silence gazed at the curly-headed pair, who looked back, equally silent, upon the strange group confronting them.

At length the twins buried their faces in Tom Osby's overalls.
"Look here, friend," said Tom Osby to Curly, with asperity, "if you don't want these here twins, why, I'll take 'em off your hands mighty damn quick.

They're corral broke and right well gentled now, half good stock anyway, and is due to be right free steppers.