Humbolt did not answer. For him it was more than a disappointment. It was the death of a dream he had held since the year he was nine and had heard that the Dunbar Expedition had seen iron-stained rock in a deep chasm⁠—the only iron-stained rock on the face of Ragnarok. Surely, he had thought, there would be enough iron there to build a small ship. For eleven years he had worked toward the day when he would find it. Now, he had found it⁠—and it was nothing. The ship was as far away as ever.⁠ ⁠…

But discouragement was as useless as iron-stained sandstone. He shook it off and turned to Barber.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Maybe we’ll find something by the time we circle the chasm.”

For seven days they risked the danger of death from downward plunging rocks and found nothing. On the eighth day they found the treasure that was not treasure.