a stone door, was left standing open.
     Bilbo blinked, and then suddenly he saw the goblins: goblins in full
armour with drawn swords sitting just inside the door, and watching it
with wide eyes, and watching the passage that led to it. They were
aroused, alert, ready for anything.
     They saw him sooner than he saw them. Yes, they saw him. Whether it
was .an accident, or a last trick of the ring before it took a new
master, it was not on his finger. With yells of delight the goblins
rushed upon
     A pang of fear and loss, like an echo of Gollum’s misery, smote Bilbo,
and forgetting even to draw his
     And- there was the ring still, in his left pocket, and it slipped on
his finger. The goblins stopped short. They could not see a sign of
him. He had vanished. They yelled twice
     “Where is it?” they cried.
     “Go back up the passage!” some shouted.
     “This way!” some yelled. “That way!” others yelled.
     “Look out for the door,” bellowed the captain.
     Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords rattled, goblins cursed and
swore and ran hither and thither, falling