The others gathered around and surveyed the articles Barringford had brought along with keen interest. The money amounted to two pounds and six shillings, some in Spanish coin, but mostly in English. The pistols were English weapons, but the knife was such as could be bought at any frontier town in the colonies. The watch was a large, open-faced affair, and on the dial was marked, Richard Gardell, Maker, London, 1742. "Hard to tell if he was an Englishman or a colonist," mused James Morris. "What of his clothing, Sam?" "Almost torn to ribbons by the wild beasts." "We'll have to go back to the spot as soon as the storm clears away," said Joseph Morris. "You didn't find anything with the man's name on it?" came from Dave. "Nary a thing, lad. But my search wasn't any too good, remember," answered Barringford. "As soon as I saw the babies I started for here with 'em." "Each has a locket around its neck," came from Mrs. Morris suddenly. "Perhaps they will give some clew." "I trust they do," answered her husband. "That man may have been their father or otherwise only a servant sent to take them to some place. But, be that as it may, we must discover where the little ones belong." "Oh, let us keep them!" burst in little Nell "I want some little brothers to play with!" "Hush, dear!" came from the mother. "Mayhap the mother of these little ones is this moment mourning for them and wondering where they can be." The lockets were small, oval affairs, rather hard to open until a thin knife blade was inserted between the two parts of each. One contained a miniature of an old lady in court dress and the other a portrait of an elderly gentleman, with powdered wig and gold-rimmed spectacles. The face of each was full of kindness and nobleness. "Two fine old folks, I'll warrant," came from Joseph Morris. "More than likely the grandparents of the little ones," returned his brother. "The lockets seem new," said Rodney. "Perhaps they were christening presents, or given to the babies on their first birthday." "The babies look very much alike and seem of an age," said Mrs. Morris, who had by this time fed them all they cared to eat. "I doubt not but that they are twins." "Just what I was thinking," said Henry. "You had better remember which locket belongs to each, or you may get 'em mixed up." "Mercy on us! I never thought of that!" exclaimed his mother. "Let me see,--yes, the first locket came from this one," and she hastened to replace it. "There is a slight difference in their looks," said Dave, after a close survey of the two tiny faces. "One has a rounder chin than the other and a flatter nose." "Dave is right," answered his aunt. "But the difference is not very great." "Will you keep the babies for the present?" questioned Sam Barringford. "I don't know what to do with 'em, I'm sartin." "To be sure we will," said Mrs. Morris. "Poor dears! if it was their father who was killed, it may go hard with them."