LR 3.03.060 {p} ‘No hope of Frodo.’

3.03.056 ‘Ai! Steady now!’ rear.
3.03.057 A sudden thought grass.
3.03.058 ‘Halt!’ yelled Uglúk.
3.03.059 There was for him.
3.03.060 ‘No hope of Frodo.’
3.03.061 A whip-thong curled cry.
3.03.062 ‘Enough!’ shouted Uglúk reminder.’
3.03.063 ‘But that’s not it!’
3.03.064 Neither Pippin nor distance.