Each wondering if an owner might be found:

But not a soul was there—the coast was clear,

So to the barrels they at once drew near,

And both agree whatever may be there

In friendly partnership they'll fairly share.

Two they find empty, but the other full,

And straightway from his pocket one doth pull

A large clasp-knife. A heavy stone lay handy,

And thus in time they found their prize was brandy.

'Tis tasted and approved: their lips they smack,