"And you?"
"Denzil Carr'n."
"But you can't both be Denzil Carr'n."
"I'm Jack."
"I'm Jim."
"And how am I to tell who from which? You're as like as two peas."
They looked at one another as if it had never struck them.
"Stand up and let me see who's the biggest. No"--with a shake of the head, as they stood side by side--"that doesn't help. You're both of a tires Now, let me see. Jack's got a big bump on the forehead,"--at which Jim grinned with reminiscent enjoyment. "That will identify him for a few days, anyhow, and by that time I shall have got to know you. Why hasn't your grandfather let you learn to swim?"
"Devil of a coast," said Jack, loosing his tongue at last.
"Damned quicksands," said Jim in emulation. "Suck and suck and never let go."