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           "Bothwrong,"criedBilboverymuchrelieved;andhejumpedatoncetohisfeet,puthisbacktothenearestwall,andheldouthislittlesword.Heknew,ofcourse,thattheriddle-gamewassacredandofimmenseantiquity,andevenwickedcreatureswereafraidtocheatwhentheyplayedatit.Buthefelthecouldnottrustthisslimythingtokeepanypromiseatapinch.Anyexcusewoulddoforhimtoslideoutofit.Andafterallthatlastquestionhadnotbeenagenuineriddleaccordingtotheancientlaws.

           ButatanyrateGollumdidnotatonceattackhim.HecouldseetheswordinBilbo’shand.Hesatstill,shiveringandwhispering.AtlastBilbocouldwaitnolonger.

           "Well?"hesaid."Whataboutyourpromise?Iwanttogo.Youmustshowmetheway."

           "Didwesayso,precious?ShowthenasstylittleBagginsthewayout,yes,yes.Butwhathasitgotinitspocketses,eh?Notstring,precious,butnotnothing.Ohno!gollum!"

           "Neveryoumind,"saidBilbo."Apromiseisapromise.""Crossitis,impatient,precious,"hissedGollum."Butitmustwait,yesitmust.Wecan’tgoupthetunnelssohasty.Wemustgoandgetsomethingsfirst,yes,thingstohelpus."

           "Well,hurryup!"saidBilbo,relievedtothinkofGollumgoingaway.Hethoughthewasjustmakinganexcuseanddidnotmeantocomeback.WhatwasGollumtalkingabout?Whatusefulthingcouldhekeepoutonthedarklake?

           Buthewaswrong.Gollumdidmeantocomeback.Hewasangrynowandhungry.