Still the dwarves jogged on, never turning round or taking any notice
of the hobbit. Somewhere behind the grey clouds the sun must have gone
down, for it began to get dark. Wind got up, and the willows along the
river-bank bent and sighed. I don’t know what river it was, a rushing
red one, swollen with the rains of the last few days, that came down
from the hills and mountains in front of them. Soon it was nearly
dark. The winds broke up the grey clouds, and a waning moon appeared
above the hills between the flying rags. Then they stopped, and Thorin
muttered something about supper, “and where shall we get a dry patch
to sleep on?” Not until then did they notice that Gandalf was missing.
So far he had come all the way with them, never saying if he was in
the adventure or merely keeping them company for a while. He had eaten
most, talked most, and laughed most. But now he
     “Just when a wizard would have been most useful, too,” groaned Dori
and Nori
     They decided in the end that they would have to camp where they were.
So far they had not camped before on this journey, and though they
knew that they soon would have to camp regularly, when they were among
the Misty Mountains and far from the lands of respectable people, it
seemed a bad wet evening to begin, on. They moved to a clump of trees,