They were not as bad-looking as they might have been, neither were they as good-looking.
One was tall and slim and wore a dark beard.

The other was almost as tall, but, being very fat, did not look his height.

He was clean-shaven, or would have been had it not been for about three days' stubbly growth.

Their clothes were well-worn, and they wore no collars, but their boots were good.
"What you fellers doin' here ?" demanded Bill.

"Ain't the bunk house good enough for you ?" "We got in late, an' ev'body was in bed," said the taller of the two.
"We're walkin' through for th' thrashin'." "Well, yer late for that too," said Bill.
The threshing in the early days of Montana was an affair in which many people of all sorts took part, as will be seen later.