Page 203 - The Hobbit

Bilbo's eyes were seldom wrong. The eagles were coming down the wind, line

after line, in such a host as must have gathered from all the eyries of the North.
"The Eagles! the Eagles!" Bilbo cried, dancing and waving his arms. If the
elves could not see him they could hear him. Soon they too took up the cry, and it

echoed across the valley. Many wondering eyes looked up, though as yet nothing
could be seen except from the southern shoulders of the Mountain.
"The Eagles!" cried Bilbo once more, but at that moment a stone hurtling from
above smote heavily on his helm, and he fell with a crash and knew no more.