And like some hoarse crow's grating note
That word still quivered in his throat,
"That Thirty-four!"
"Oh, give it up!" his comrades said,
"It only muddles your poor head;
It is not worth your finding out."
He answered with a wailing shout,
"That Thirty-four!"
"Art not content," the maiden said,
"To solve the 'Fifteen' one instead?"