Ready up, sed Mort glance aimed at Nort Steady up, sed Nort, winks back to Mort Step high! cried Nort. Start pacing, Mort Step exact, sed Mort. Not long nor short Step same sed Mort, for a precise report Step, count! said Nort, 'till we reach home port. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 ... Until, after many paces Mort and Nort each see, in a backward glance, the crown of his twin partner disappear over the horizon.