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"That'll be the end of our poor beasts!" said Thorin.

"Nothing can escape Smaug once he sees it. Here we are and here we shall
have to stay, unless any one fancies tramping the long open miles back to the river
with Smaug on the watch!"

It was not a pleasant thought! They crept further down the tunnel, and there
they lay and shivered though it was warm and stuffy, until dawn came pale
through the crack of the door. Every now and again through the night they could
hear the roar of the flying dragon grow and then pass and fade, as he hunted round

and round the mountain-sides.
He guessed from the ponies, and from the traces of the camps he had
discovered, that men had come up from the river and the lake and had scaled the

mountain-side from the valley where the ponies had been standing; but the door
withstood his searching eye, and the little high-walled bay had kept out his fiercest
flames. Long he had hunted in vain till the dawn chilled his wrath and he went
back to his golden couch to sleep – and to gather new strength.

He would not forget or forgive the theft, not if a thousand years turned him to
smouldering stone, but he could afford to wait. Slow and silent he crept back to
his lair and half closed his eyes.

When morning came the terror of the dwarves grew less. They realized that
dangers of this kind were inevitable in dealing with such a guardian, and that it
was no good giving up their quest yet. Nor could they get away just now, as
Thorin had pointed out. Their ponies were lost or killed, and they would have to

wait some time before Smaug relaxed his watch sufficiently for them to dare the
long way on foot. Luckily they had saved enough of their stores to last them still
for some time.
They debated long on what was to be done, but they could think of no way of

getting rid of Smaug – which had always been a weak point in their plans, as
Bilbo felt inclined to point out. Then as is the nature of folk that are thoroughly
perplexed, they began to grumble at the hobbit, blaming him for what had at first
so pleased them: for bringing away a cup and stirring up Smaug's wrath so soon.

"What else do you suppose a burglar is to do?" asked Bilbo angrily. "I was not
engaged to kill dragons, that is warrior's work, but to steal treasure. I made the
best beginning I could. Did you expect me to trot back with the whole hoard of

Thror on my back? If there is any grumbling to be done, I think I might have a
say. You ought to have brought five hundred burglars not one. I am sure it reflects
great credit on your grandfather, but you cannot pretend that you ever made the