Talked to me all the way from Vegas down." "Quork!" said the parrot.

"Look out! Look out! Brrrrrrrr--awk--awk! Quork!" "I told you so," said Tom.
"Oh, dang it, I'm tired!" continued the bird.
"This," remarked Dan Anderson, "seems to be a cultivated gentleman.
But how about the twins?
Where are they?
And might we--er--ask whose are they ?" "Them ?" said Tom.

"Why, they're for Curly.

They're asleep down under the seat here.

Now, between the parrot and them twins, my trip down ain't been any lonesome to speak of." All eyes were turned on Curly, the newly wedded cow puncher, who blushed a bright brick red to the roots of his hair.