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'
Who
is
that
?
'
Frodo
asked
,
when
he
got
a
chance
to
whisper
to
Mr.
Butterbur
.
'
I
do
n't
think
you
introduced
him
?
'
'
Him
?
'
said
the
landlord
in
an
answering
whisper
,
cocking
an
eye
without
turning
his
head
.
'
I
do
n't
rightly
know
.
He
is
one
of
the
wandering
folk
--
Rangers
we
call
them
.
He
seldom
talks
:
not
but
what
he
can
tell
a
rare
tale
when
he
has
the
mind
.
He
disappears
for
a
month
,
or
a
year
,
and
then
he
pops
up
again
.
He
was
in
and
out
pretty
often
last
spring
;
but
I
have
n't
seen
him
about
lately
.
What
his
right
name
is
I
've
never
heard
:
but
he
's
known
round
here
as
Strider
.
Goes
about
at
a
great
pace
on
his
long
shanks
;
though
he
do
n't
tell
nobody
what
cause
he
has
to
hurry
.
But
there
's
no
accounting
for
East
and
West
,
as
we
say
in
Bree
,
meaning
the
Rangers
and
the
Shire-folk
,
begging
your
pardon
.
Funny
you
should
ask
about
him
.
'
But
at
that
moment
Mr.
Butterbur
was
called
away
by
a
demand
for
more
ale
and
his
last
remark
remained
unexplained
.
Frodo
found
that
Strider
was
now
looking
at
him
,
as
if
he
had
heard
or
guessed
all
that
had
been
said
.
Presently
,
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
and
a
nod
,
he
invited
Frodo
to
come
over
and
sit
by
him
.
As
Frodo
drew
near
he
threw
back
his
hood
,
showing
a
shaggy
head
of
dark
hair
flecked
with
grey
,
and
in
a
pale
stern
face
a
pair
of
keen
grey
eyes
.
'
I
am
called
Strider
,
'
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
'
I
am
very
pleased
to
meet
you
,
Master
--
Underhill
,
if
old
Butterbur
got
your
name
right
.
'
'
He
did
,
'
said
Frodo
stiffly
.
He
felt
far
from
comfortable
under
the
stare
of
those
keen
eyes
.
'
Well
,
Master
Underhill
,
'
said
Strider
,
'
if
I
were
you
,
I
should
stop
your
young
friends
from
talking
too
much
.
Drink
,
fire
,
and
chance-meeting
are
pleasant
enough
,
but
,
well
--
this
is
n't
the
Shire
.
There
are
queer
folk
about
.
Though
I
say
it
as
should
n't
,
you
may
think
,
'
he
added
with
a
wry
smile
,
seeing
Frodo
's
glance
.
'
And
there
have
been
even
stranger
travellers
through
Bree
lately
,
'
he
went
on
,
watching
Frodo
's
face
.
Frodo
returned
his
gaze
but
said
nothing
;
and
Strider
made
no
further
sign
.
His
attention
seemed
suddenly
to
be
fixed
on
Pippin
.
To
his
alarm
Frodo
became
aware
that
the
ridiculous
young
Took
,
encouraged
by
his
success
with
the
fat
Mayor
of
Michel
Delving
,
was
now
actually
giving
a
comic
account
of
Bilbo
's
farewell
party
.
He
was
already
giving
an
imitation
of
the
Speech
,
and
was
drawing
near
to
the
astonishing
Disappearance
.
Frodo
was
annoyed
.
It
was
a
harmless
enough
tale
for
most
of
the
local
hobbits
,
no
doubt
:
just
a
funny
story
about
those
funny
people
away
beyond
the
River
;
but
some
(
old
Butterbur
,
for
instance
)
knew
a
thing
or
two
,
and
had
probably
heard
rumours
long
ago
about
Bilbo
's
vanishing
.
It
would
bring
the
name
of
Baggins
to
their
minds
,
especially
if
there
had
been
inquiries
in
Bree
after
that
name
.
Frodo
fidgeted
,
wondering
what
to
do
.
Pippin
was
evidently
much
enjoying
the
attention
he
was
getting
,
and
had
become
quite
forgetful
of
their
danger
.
Frodo
had
a
sudden
fear
that
in
his
present
mood
he
might
even
mention
the
Ring
;
and
that
might
well
be
disastrous
.
