"Must be a mistake ... I can't be awake
The orbit of Ceres is reckoned
"At three-oh-oh-ten...." Nell stepped forward then.
"O.Q., Gurk—let up for a second!"
The shimmering died, and to Dougal she cried,
"MacNeer, all we want to know
Is: Where is the gold? As soon as you've told
We promise to let you go."
"I've told you already," gasped Doug, unsteady,
"You're wrong if you think I'm rich—"