Kili grinned guiltily, he had indeed placed a bet with the others. Saeril knew him too well. "Only a small one," he answered, but Dwalin scoffed a bit from where he'd overheard the two. 

"Small? You bet more than half your coin, lad. Lost it, too." The burlier dwarf had no faith in the too-skittish hobbit. Bilbo had turned their offer down, he would not come. Most had bet against him, and for a good reason, in his opinion. 

"There is still time for him to come." Kili grimaced lightly, but he knew if Bilbo did not arrive, he would be without much of his coin for the remainder of the journey. Why had he been so foolish? Bofur had tried to talk him out of gambling so much, but he would not listen. 

As if on cue, Bilbo approached the clearing, clearly out of breath. "Wait! Wait!" The hobbit clutched his side as he fought to regain his breath, and he held the parchment above his head to show his signature to Saeril and the others. "I signed it!"