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 (кто-то сказал):
“After all there are fourteen of us (в конце-то концов, нас же четырнадцать). ” Others said (другие говорили): “Where has Gandalf got to (куда это подевался Гэндальф)?” This remark was repeated by everybody (это замечание было повторено каждым). Then the rain began to pour down (затем дождь начал лить) worse than ever (еще хуже, чем когда бы то ни было), and Oin and Gloin began to fight (и Ойн с Глойном начали драться). That settled it (это и решило дело;
repeat [r'pi: t] caution ['k: n] rustle [rs l] creaking ['kri: k]
Some said: