"How is that?"
"Why art thou qualifying to be the only judge here?" asked the other of the twins.
Martsian, as if wishing to spring to their eyes, sprang upward on his short bow-legs straightway, and shouted,--
"I have the right, the right!"
"What right?"
"A better right than yours."
"How is that? Hast read the will?"
"What is a will to me?" Here he blew on the palm of his hand; "that's what it is,--wind! To whom has he willed it--to his wife? But where is his wife? That is the question--we are next of kin here. We--the Krepetskis, not you."
"But we will see about that. God kill thee!"
"God kill thee! Clear out!"