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第二章 烤羊腿 比尔博翻身跳下床，披著睡袍跑到饭厅，这里空无一人，只有一顿匆忙的丰盛早餐留下的痕迹。到处都脏乱不堪，厨房里也堆满了各种各样的油腻餐具，几乎他所有的锅碗瓢盆都被用了。接下来的清洗工作，更是累到让他认为昨天是场噩梦。不过，当他发现所有的人都已经抛下他先行离开，甚至没有叫醒他的时候，他松了一口气。（这些家伙连声谢也不说！他想。）但在他心中的某个角落，似乎有种失落感，这种感觉让他大吃一惊。 “别傻了，比尔博·巴金斯！”他自言自语道：”都已经这把年纪了，还幻想什么恶龙和远方的冒险！”因此，他披上围裙，点著炉火煮开水，把所有的东西都好好清理了一遍。然后，他在走进饭厅之前，也在厨房里好好用了顿精致的早餐。等到他吃完之后，太阳早已高挂，敝开的前门也吹进一股温暖的春风。比尔博开始大声地吹著口哨，把昨晚的事情忘得一乾二净。事实上，当甘道夫走进来的时候，他正坐在饭厅，看著窗外，准备再吃第二顿精致的早餐。 “这位亲爱的朋友，”甘道夫说：”你到底什么时候要出发？『明天一早起来赶路怎么样？』你昨天还这样说哩，看看你，都已经十点半了，你还在吃早餐！因为他们已经等不及了，所以留了纸条给你。” “什么纸条？”可怜的巴金斯先生头昏脑胀地问。 “天哪！”甘道夫说：”你今天可真是行事怪异啊──你竟然没有打扫壁炉！” “这和纸条又有什么关系？光是清洗十四个人的餐具就让我累死了！” “如果你清理了壁炉，就会在架子上的时钟下发现这个东西……”甘道夫递给比尔博一张纸条，（当然，是用他专用的便条纸写的）里面的内容是这样的： 索林和大夥向飞贼比尔博问安！对您诚挚的招待献上我们最真心的感谢，我们也非常荣幸地接受您提供的专业协助。条件如下：现金，最高不超过净利（如果有的话）的十四分之一，包含旅途上的一切花费。如果事态发展不如预期，丧葬费用则会由我们或我们的代表提供。 由于我们认为不应该打搅你重要的睡眠，因此，我们预先替你准备了一切，会在临水路的绿龙旅店静候阁下大驾光临。请准时于十一点抵达，我们相信您会守时的。” 您最忠诚的朋友，　　 　索林和伙伴们　敬上 “你只剩十分钟，得用跑的了，”甘道夫说。 “可是──”比尔博说。 “没时间了，”巫师说。 “可是──”比尔博又说。 “也没时间讨论那个！快点啦！” 比尔博这辈子，始终都不太确定自己到底是怎么完成这项惊人的壮举：他两手空空，没有带钱、没有戴帽子、没有拐杖、没有带任何平常出门会带的东西，第二顿早餐也还没吃，更别说把碗盘洗乾净了；等他回过神时，竟然发现自己把钥匙塞进甘道夫手里，一双毛毛脚使尽力气狂奔，沿著街道跑过磨坊，越过小河，又快跑了整整一哩。 他好不容易才在钟敲十一响时，上气不接下气地赶到临水路，却意外地发现自己竟然忘了带手帕！ “及时赶到！”站在旅店门口等他的巴林大声喊道。 在此同时，其他人全都从村庄那边冒了出来。他们都骑著小马，每个小马背上还扛著各式各样的行李、背包、包裹和装备。他们还牵著一匹非常矮的小马，很明显地是给比尔博用的。 “你们两个赶快上马，我们马上出发！”索林说。 “我实在很抱歉，”比尔博说：”可是我忘了戴帽子，手帕也放在家里，身上更连一毛钱也没有。事实上，精确一点说，我到十点四十五分才收到你们的留言。” “不要那么精确啦，”德瓦林说：”也不用担心，这趟旅程你可以不用手帕，和许多其他的东西。至于帽子嘛！我的行李里面还有多余的一套斗篷和兜帽。” 就这样，在五月前的一个凉爽早晨，他们出发了。比尔博骑在背著沈重行李的小马身上，戴著从德瓦林那边借来的一顶深绿色的兜帽（有些破旧）和深绿色斗篷。这两件衣服都太大了些，他看起来实在有些逗趣，我可不敢想像，万一他老爸邦哥看见他这付德性会怎么说。他唯一足以自豪的地方，是别人至少不会把他误认成矮人，因为他没有留胡子。 他们骑了不久，就遇上了骑著白马，意气风发的甘道夫；他带了很多的手帕，还有比尔博的烟斗和烟草。因此在那之后，大家都心满意足地出发了，他们一整天都快乐地说著故事，唱著歌，只有偶尔停下来用餐的时候，会暂时中断他们兴奋的交谈。虽然，停下来用餐的次数并没有像是比尔博习惯的那么频繁，但也勉强够他填饱肚子，让他觉得冒险其实没有那么坏。 一开始他们还在霍比特人的土地上旅行，这是块翠绿美丽的大地，居住著许多老实人，道路也非常平整，途中还有几间旅店，偶尔会遇到赶路的矮人或是农夫。然后，一行人来到了人们心目中诡异神秘的区域，矮人们唱起之前从未听过的歌谣。他们已经深入野地，这里没有任何的居民和旅店，路况也越来越糟，不远处可以看见阴森森的山丘直直的伸向天际，上面长满了树木，有些山丘上还有看来十分邪异的古堡遗迹，彷佛是由邪恶的人们所建造的。一切看来都十分阴郁，连天气都变得让人觉得不舒服。大多时候，这像是童话故事中五月的好天气，但现在慢慢变得又湿又冷；在之前的野地那一带，他们虽然必须要露营，但至少天气没有这么潮湿。 “一想到快六月了，就让人不高兴，”比尔博喃喃自语著，他正和其他人一起踏著满是泥浆的道路前进。这已经过了下什茶的时间，一整天都下著滂沱大雨，他的帽子湿答答地贴在眼睛上，斗篷也吸满了雨水。小马非常疲倦，脚步相当蹒跚，其他人则是闷闷不乐，懒得说话。”我很确定，这雨水一定已经渗进乾衣服里面、和我们装食物的袋子里了，”比尔博想著：”我干嘛跟人家来淌什么飞贼的浑水！我真希望现在还窝在自己的小洞里面，坐在壁炉旁边，听著水壶煮开的水噗噗叫！”这可不是他最后一次许下这种愿望！ 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 simply was not there at all! "Just when a wizard would have been most useful, too," groaned Dori and Nori (who shared the hobbit's views about regular meals, plenty and often). 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, and though it was drier under them, the wind shook the rain off the leaves, and the drip, drip, was most annoying. Also the mischief seemed to have got into the fire. Dwarves can make a fire almost anywhere out of almost anything, wind or no wind; but they could not do it that night, not even Oin and Gloin, who were especially good at it. Then one of the ponies took fright at nothing and bolted. He got into the river before they could catch him; and before they could get him out again, Fili and Kili were nearly drowned, and all the baggage that he carried was washed away off him. Of course it was mostly food, and there was mighty little left for supper, and less for breakfast. There they all sat glum and wet and muttering, while Oin and Gloin went on trying to light the fire, and quarrelling about it. Bilbo was sadly reflecting that adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine, when Balin, who was always their look-out man, said: "There's a light over there!" There was a hill some way off with trees on it, pretty thick in parts. Out of the dark mass of the trees they could now see a light shining, a reddish comfortable-looking light, as it might be a fire or torches twinkling. When they had looked at it for some while, they fell to arguing. Some said "no" and some said "yes." Some said they could but go and see, and anything was better than little supper, less breakfast, and wet clothes all the night. Others said: "These parts are none too well known, and are too near the mountains. Travellers seldom come this way now. The old maps are no use: things have changed for the worse and the road is unguarded. They have seldom even heard of the king round here, and the less inquisitive you are as you go along, the less trouble you are likely to find." Some said: "After all there are fourteen of us." Others said: "Where has Gandalf got to?" This remark was repeated by everybody. Then the rain began to pour down worse than ever, and Oin and Gloin began to fight. That settled it. "After all we have got a burglar with us," they said; and so they made off, leading their ponies (with all due and proper caution) in the direction of the light. They came to the hill and were soon in the wood. Up the hill they went; but there was no proper path to be seen, such as might lead to a house or a farm; and do what they could they made a deal of rustling and crackling and creaking (and a good deal of grumbling and drafting), as they went through the trees in the pitch dark. Suddenly the red light shone out very bright through the tree-trunks not far ahead. "Now it is the burglar's turn," they said, meaning Bilbo. "You must go on and find out all about that light, and what it is for, and if all is perfectly safe and canny," said Thorin to the hobbit. "Now scuttle off, and come back quick, if all is well. If not, come back if you can! It you can't, hoot twice like a barn-owl and once like a screech-owl, and we will do what we can." Off Bilbo had to go, before he could explain that he could not hoot even once like any kind of owl any more than fly like a bat. But at any rate hobbits can move quietly in woods, absolutely quietly. They take a pride in it, and Bilbo had sniffed more than once at what he called "all this dwarvish racket," as they went along, though I don't sup-pose you or I would notice anything at all on a windy night, not if the whole cavalcade had passed two feet off. As for Bilbo walking primly towards the red light, I don't suppose even a weasel would have stirred a whisker at it. So, naturally, he got right up to the fire-for fire it was without disturbing anyone. And this is what he saw. Three very large persons sitting round a very large fire of beech-logs. They were toasting mutton on long spits of wood, and licking the gravy off their fingers. There was a fine toothsome smell. Also there was a barrel of good drink at hand, and they were drinking out of jugs. But they were trolls. Obviously trolls. Even Bilbo, in spite of his sheltered life, could see that: from the great heavy faces of them, and their size, and the shape of their legs, not to mention their language, which was not drawing-room fashion at all, at all. "Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrer," said one of the trolls. "Never a blinking bit of manflesh have we had for long enough," said a second. "What the 'ell William was a-thinkin' of to bring us into these parts at all, beats me - and the drink runnin' short, what's more," he said jogging the elbow of William, who was taking a pull at his jug. William choked. "Shut yer mouth!" he said as soon as he could. "Yer can't expect folk to stop here for ever just to be et by you and Bert. You've et a village and a half between yer, since we come down from the mountains. How much more d'yer want? And time's been up our way, when yer'd have said 'thank yer Bill' for a nice bit o' fat valley mutton like what this is." He took a big bite off a sheep's leg he was toasting, and wiped his lips on his sleeve. Yes, I am afraid trolls do behave like that, even those with only one head each. After hearing all this Bilbo ought to have done something at once. Either he should have gone back quietly and warned his friends that there were three fair-sized trolls at hand in a nasty mood, quite likely to try toasted dwarf, or even pony, for a change; or else he should have done a bit of good quick burgling. A really first-class and legendary burglar would at this point have picked the trolls' pockets-it is nearly always worthwhile if you can manage it-, pinched the very mutton off the spite, purloined the beer, and walked off without their noticing him. Others more practical but with less professional pride would perhaps have stuck a dagger into each of them before they observed it. Then the night could have been spent cheerily. 矮人们依旧头也不回地往前走，根本没注意到霍比特人的喃喃自语。在灰云之后的太阳似乎已经落了下来，因为天色开始变得昏暗。风势逐渐变强，河边的柳树弯腰摆动，发出轻轻的叹息声。这不知名的河流，由于过去几天丰沛的水量，它已经变成红褐色的急流，从山中一路奔流过他们面前。 很快的，天就全黑了，强风吹散了灰云，露出在云间掩映著的一弯新月。然后一行人停了下来，索林呢喃著有关晚餐的事情，”我们要怎么找到乾地睡觉？” 这时，他们才发现甘道夫失踪了。他已经和他们走了这么远的一段距离，却完全没说过他是和他们一起冒险，或者只是暂时和他们作伴。他吃得最多，说得最多，笑得也最多，但他现在却连个影子也没有！ “就在最需要巫师上场的时候，竟然……”朵力和诺力哀嚎道。（他们也和霍比特人对用餐有著相同的看法：多量多餐。） 一行人最后决定只能在附近扎营了。到目前为止他们还没有在野外扎过营，但他们也早预料到，当来到迷雾山脉之前那段毫无人烟的地区时，必须经常要扎营；只是要在这种又湿又冷的晚上扎营，实在不是什么好的开始。他们来到比较浓密的树丛中，虽然地面上比较乾，但风势却会把叶子上的水滴吹落，滴答、滴答的声音是最恼人的部分，连火似乎也和他们作对。不管有没有风，矮人们似乎可以在任何地方利用任何东西生火；但是，当天晚上，不管他们怎么努力，就是生不起来，连擅长生火的欧音和葛罗音也束手无策。 接著，有匹小马突然莫名其妙地受惊，冲了出去；在众人来得及拦住它之前，它就冲进了河中。正当大夥把它拉出水面的时候，菲力和奇力又差点淹死在水里，而小马身上所带著的行李都被水冲走了，要命的是，那大多数都是食物。这下子，连晚餐都吃不到什么东西了，更别提什么早餐了！ 他们全都湿漉漉地坐在地上一肚子气，欧音和葛罗音则是又试著想要把火生起来，却又开始斗嘴。比尔博正开始伤心懊悔，这次的冒险并不全都是在五月阳光下骑小马的快乐旅程。总是担任斥候的巴林突然大喊起来：”那边有光！”在不远处有座长满了树木的小山丘，看起来树木相当的浓密。在这一片黑暗之中，他们可以清楚地看见有光芒闪耀，是个红色、温暖的光芒，似乎是火把或是营火正在旺盛地燃烧著。 他们呆望了片刻，又开始争吵起来。有些人说”不行”，有些人说”可以”，有些人说可以只是去看看，反正不管怎么样，都比吃那少得可怜的晚餐、一整夜穿著湿衣服，又得面对几乎一无所有的早餐，要来得好。 其他人则是说：”我们对这附近所知太少，也太靠近山区了，这年头旅人都很少走这条路。 古代的地图都已经没用了，世道衰败，道路也跟著旧损，没人维护这一带的安全。他们在这边根本没听过什么国王之类的事情，越少好奇心，就越不会惹来太多麻烦。”有些人又说：”反正我们有十四个人。”另一人问：”甘道夫到底躲到哪里去了？”每个人心中都有同样的疑问。然后，雨变得越来越大，欧音和葛罗音开始互殴。 这暂停了众人的争论。”反正，我们还有一个飞贼在身边！”他们放心地说。因此他们牵著小马，小心翼翼地往火光的方向走，他们来到山脚下，走进森林中。他们往山丘上爬，但却找不到任何道路的痕迹，附近也不像是有任何住屋或是农庄的样子。在这片黑暗中摸索前进的时候，他们弄出不少噪音，同时还不停地抱怨著。 突然间，不远处的森林中冒出了比之前更为耀眼的红光。 “现在该轮到我们的飞贼了，”他们指的是比尔博。”你得要先去弄清楚，这光芒是怎么一回事，看看是否一切都很安全？”索林对霍比特人说：”快点去！如果一切都没问题，请快点回来；如果有问题，也请尽量想办法回来。如果回不来的话，就请学谷仓猫头鹰叫两声、长耳猫头鹰叫一声，我们就会想办法救你的。” 比尔博在他来得及解释自己根本分不清楚什么谷仓和长耳猫头鹰之前，就被推了出去。不过，霍比特人天生就能够在森林中悄无声息地移动，因此暂时还难不倒他，而且，他们还对此相当自豪。所以，比尔博就边咕哝著”这些心急的矮人”，边开始上路；不过，就算是有一整队霍比特人这样嘀嘀咕咕地从我们身边走过去，你和我恐怕都会浑然不觉。至于以当天比尔博走向火光边的脚步声，恐怕连松鼠都不会为此多抖一下胡须。等到他什么人也没有打搅到，走到营火边的时候──这就是他所看到的景象。 三个非常高大的人形生物，坐在一个大火堆旁，它们正用一根很长的木棍烤著羊腿，边舔著手上的肉汁，这味道真是让人口水直流。而且，它们身边还堆放著许多好酒，这些家伙都豪迈地直接用酒壶对嘴喝；要命的是，这些家伙是食人妖，光从外表看来就知道了。 即使是与世无争的比尔博也能够判断得出来：从它们那颗大头、身材、腿的形状，更别提它们的语言一点也不文雅，真的，甚至根本连文明也算不上！ “昨天羊腿、今天羊腿，妈呀，希望明天看起来不像羊腿！”一名食人妖说。 “人肉好久没吃了，”第二名食人妖说：”那个威廉到底在想什么屁，把我们带来这边受罪，让我想不通。而且，酒也不够了，”他用手肘撞撞正大口喝酒的威廉。 威廉呛了一口酒，”闭上你妈的嘴！”当他回过气来之后，他立刻说道：”李们这些家伙，难道以为会有人留在这边就为了给李和伯特吃？自从我们下山之后，李们两个猪头已经吃掉了一个半村子。李们还想要怎么样？我脽头运已经不错，李们应该说『屑屑李比尔！』帮我们弄来肥嫩的山羊。”他狠狠地咬了刚烤好的山羊腿一口，用袖子擦著嘴巴。 是的，一般来说食人妖都是这付德性，即使那些只有一颗头的家伙也是如此。比尔博在听完这一切之后，本来应该立刻做些事情的，他可以马上安静地回去警告朋友，这里有三只高大的食人妖，心情相当不好，可能不介意烤矮人或是小马来换换口味；或者他至少可以干些飞贼会作的事情，一个真正、首屈一指的飞贼，会在这个时候试著摸走食人妖的东西，只要你办得到，这些东西总会给予相当丰厚的报酬。你可以从他们眼前干走火堆上的羊腿、推走啤酒桶，这些迟钝的傻蛋可能根本不会注意到你。至于那些更讲究实际、不在乎职业尊严的飞贼，则会在对方警觉之前，给三个食人妖一人一刀，然后大家就可以快乐地度过这一晚。 Bilbo knew it. He had read of a good many things he had never seen or done. He was very much alarmed, as well as disgusted; he wished himself a hundred miles away, and yet-and yet somehow he could not go straight back to Thorin and Company empty-handed. So he stood and hesitated in the shadows. Of the various burglarious proceedings he had heard of picking the trolls' pockets seemed the least difficult, so at last he crept behind a tree just behind William. Bert and Tom went off to the barrel. William was having another drink. Then Bilbo plucked up courage and put his little hand in William's enormous pocket. There was a purse in it, as big as a bag to Bilbo. "Ha!" thought he warming to his new work as he lifted it carefully out, "this is a beginning!" It was! Trolls' purses are the mischief, and this was no exception. " 'Ere, 'oo are you?" it squeaked, as it left the pocket; and William turned round at once and grabbed Bilbo by the neck, before he could duck behind the tree. "Blimey, Bert, look what I've copped!" said William. "What is it?" said the others coming up. "Lumme, if I knows! What are yer?" "Bilbo Baggins, a bur— a hobbit," said poor Bilbo, shaking all over, and wondering how to make owl-noises before they throttled him. "A burrahobbit?" said they a bit startled. Trolls are slow in the uptake, and mighty suspicious about anything new to them. "What's a burrahobbit got to do with my pocket, anyways?" said William. "And can yer cook 'em?" said Tom. "Yer can try," said Bert, picking up a skewer. "He wouldn't make above a mouthful," said William, who had already had a fine supper, "not when he was skinned and boned." "P'raps there are more like him round about, and we might make a pie," said Bert. "Here you, are there any more of your sort a-sneakin' in these here woods, yer nassty little rabbit," said he looking at the hobbit's furry feet; and he picked him up by the toes and shook him. "Yes, lots," said Bilbo, before he remembered not to give his friends away. "No, none at all, not one," he said immediately afterwards. "What d'yer mean?" said Bert, holding him right away up, by the hair this time. "What I say," said Bilbo gasping. "And please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook bet-ter than I cook, if you see what I mean. I'll cook beautifully for you, a perfectly beautiful breakfast for you, if only you won't have me for supper." "Poor little blighter," said William. He had already had as much supper as he could hold; also he had had lots of beer. "Poor little blighter! Let him go!" "Not till he says what he means by lots and none at all," said Bert. "I don't want to have me throat cut in me sleep. Hold his toes in the fire, till he talks!" "I won't have it," said William. "I caught him anyway." "You're a fat fool, William," said Bert, "as I've said afore this evening." "And you're a lout!" "And I won't take that from you. Bill Huggins," says Bert, and puts his fist in William's eye. Then there was a gorgeous row. Bilbo had just enough wits left, when Bert dropped him on the ground, to scramble out of the way of their feet, before they were fighting like dogs, and calling one another all sorts of perfectly true and applicable names in very loud voices. Soon they were locked in one another's arms, and rolling nearly into the fire kicking and thumping, while Tom whacked at then both with a branch to bring them to their senses-and that of course only made them madder than ever. That would have been the time for Bilbo to have left. But his poor little feet had been very squashed in Bert's big paw, and he had no breath in his body, and his head was going round; so there he lay for a while panting, just outside the circle of firelight. Right in the middle of the fight up came Balin. The dwarves had heard noises from a distance, and after wait-ing for some time for Bilbo to come back, or to hoot like an owl, they started off one by one to creep towards the light as quietly as they could. No sooner did Tom see Balin come into the light than he gave an awful howl. Trolls simply detest the very sight of dwarves (uncooked). Bert and Bill stopped fighting immediately, and "a sack, Tom, quick!" they said, before Balin, who was wondering where in all this commotion Bilbo was, knew what was happening, a sack was over his head, and he was down. "There's more to come yet," said Tom, "or I'm mighty mistook. Lots and none at all, it is," said he. "No burra- hobbits, but lots of these here dwarves. That's about the shape of it!" "I reckon you're right," said Bert, "and we'd best get out of the light." And so they did. With sacks in their hands, that they used for carrying off mutton and other plunder, they waited in the shadows. As each dwarf came up and looked at the fire, and the spilled jugs, and the gnawed mutton, in surprise, pop! went a nasty smelly sack over his head, and he was down. Soon Dwalin lay by Balin, and Fili and Kili together, and Dori and Nori and Ori all in a heap, and Oin and Gloin and Bifur and Bofur and Bombur piled uncomfortably near the fire. "That'll teach 'em," said Tom; for Bifur and Bombur had given a lot of trouble, and fought like mad, as dwarves will when cornered. Thorin came last-and he was not caught unawares. He came expecting mischief, and didn't need to see his friends' legs sticking out of sacks to tell him that things were not all well. He stood outside in the shadows some way off, and said: "What's all this trouble? Who has been knocking my people about?" "It's trolls!" said Bilbo from behind a tree. They had forgotten all about him. "They're hiding in the bushes with sacks," said he. "O! are they?" said Thorin, and he jumped forward to the fire, before they could leap on him. He caught up a big branch all on fire at one end; and Bert got that end in his eye before he could step aside. That put him out of the battle for a bit. Bilbo did his best. He caught hold of Tom's leg-as well as he could, it was thick as a young tree-trunk -but he was sent spinning up into the top of some bushes, when Tom kicked the sparks up in Thorin's face. 比尔博都知道。他曾经读过很多故事，里面的情节和行为，都是他这辈子从来没有做过、没有看过的。他觉得非常担心，心中感到一阵作恶，他真希望自己在几百哩之外，但是，但是由于某种原因，他觉得自己不能够就这样空手回去见伙伴们。因此，他在阴影中迟疑了片刻，在他所听过的故事中，从食人妖的口袋摸走东西似乎是最简单的飞贼工作；因此，他静悄悄地溜到威廉身后的树旁。 伯特和汤姆走到酒桶旁边，威廉正在畅饮另一瓶美酒。比尔博鼓起勇气，将小手伸进威廉的超大口袋中。里面的确有个钱包，对比尔博来说和背包一样大。”哈！”他认为自己对这工作已经驾轻就熟的时候，正小心翼翼地掏出钱包，心中想著：”这只是开始而已！” 这的确只是开始而已！食人妖的钱包藏著某些诡计，这个也不例外。”呃，你是谁？”钱包一离开口袋，就叽叽咕咕地自动开口问道。威廉立刻转过身，在比尔博来得及躲入树后之前，一把抓住他的脖子。 “妈呀，伯特，看看我抓到啥了！”威廉说。 “这是什么？”另一个人赶过来问道。 “笨蛋，我怎么会知道！李是啥？” “比尔博·巴金斯，我是飞──呃──霍比特人，”可怜的比尔博浑身发抖地说，他的小脑袋正拼命转动著，希望能够在被勒死之前想出怎么学猫头鹰叫。 “非饿霍比特人？”他们有些惊讶地说。食人妖的反应相当迟钝，任何新的事物对他们来说都会引起极大的怀疑。 “管他的，非饿霍比特人跟我的口袋有什么关系？”威廉问道。 “李可以煮他们吗？”汤姆说。 “李可以试试看！”伯特迫不及待的拿起锅子说。 “他连塞牙缝都不够，”威廉已经酒足饭饱：”到时把皮剥了、骨头弄掉，肉可能只够塞牙缝。” “搞不好附近还有他同伴，我们可以拿来作派！”伯特说。”嘿，李李还有同伴在森林里面到处乱跑吗？李这个可恶的阿比人……”他正打量著霍比特人的毛毛脚，边把他头下脚上地举起来。 “对，还有很多，”比尔博在想起自己不该出卖朋友之前，不小心说溜了嘴。”不，没有，一个也没有！”他随即立刻补充道。 “李这是什么意思？”伯特这次抓住他的头发问道。 “我刚刚说的是──”比尔博呼吸急促地说：”好心的先生，千万不要把我煮来吃！我