Me you'd found all the gold that a man could want
—Now, answer: Where is that gold?"
The menavise flamed, the battered and maimed
Hulk standing before them jerked
As the blistering pain seared Dougal's brain,
MacNeer's lips horribly worked....
And across the tomblike expanse of the room
His feeble answer carried:
"... lonely as hell ... must ask sweet Nell ...
It's time I was getting married...."