bush, with his clothes and his skin torn, not daring to move for fear
they should hear him.
     It was just then that Gandalf came back. But no one saw him. The
trolls had just decided to roast the
     

 “No good roasting ‘em now, it’d take all night,” said a voice. Bert
thought it was William’s.
     “Don’t start the argument all over-again. Bill,” he said, “or it will
take all night.”
     “Who’s a-arguing?” said William, who thought it was. Bert that had
spoken.
     “You are,” said Bert.
     “You’re a liar,” said William; and so the argument beg all over again.
In the end they decided to mince them fine and boil them. So they got
a black pot, and they took out their knives.
     “No good boiling ‘em! We ain’t got no water, and it’s a long way to
the well and all,” said a voice. Bert
     “Shut up!” said they, “or we’ll never have done. And yer can fetch the
water yerself, if yer say any more.”