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they
all
went
back
to
bed
!
There
was
loud
and
long
applause
.
Frodo
had
a
good
voice
,
and
the
song
tickled
their
fancy
.
'
Where
's
old
Barley
?
'
they
cried
.
'
He
ought
to
hear
this
.
Bob
ought
to
learn
his
cat
the
fiddle
,
and
then
we
'd
have
a
dance
.
'
They
called
for
more
ale
,
and
began
to
shout
:
'
Let
's
have
it
again
,
master
!
Come
on
now
!
Once
more
!
'
They
made
Frodo
have
another
drink
,
and
then
begin
his
song
again
,
while
many
of
them
joined
in
;
for
the
tune
was
well
known
,
and
they
were
quick
at
picking
up
words
.
It
was
now
Frodo
's
turn
to
feel
pleased
with
himself
.
He
capered
about
on
the
table
;
and
when
he
came
a
second
time
to
the
cow
jumped
over
the
Moon
,
he
leaped
in
the
air
.
Much
too
vigorously
;
for
he
came
down
,
bang
,
into
a
tray
full
of
mugs
,
and
slipped
,
and
rolled
off
the
table
with
a
crash
,
clatter
,
and
bump
!
The
audience
all
opened
their
mouths
wide
for
laughter
,
and
stopped
short
in
gaping
silence
;
for
the
singer
disappeared
.
He
simply
vanished
,
as
if
he
had
gone
slap
through
the
floor
without
leaving
a
hole
!
The
local
hobbits
stared
in
amazement
,
and
then
sprang
to
their
feet
and
shouted
for
Barliman
.
All
the
company
drew
away
from
Pippin
and
Sam
,
who
found
themselves
left
alone
in
a
corner
,
and
eyed
darkly
and
doubtfully
from
a
distance
.
It
was
plain
that
many
people
regarded
them
now
as
the
companions
of
a
travelling
magician
of
unknown
powers
and
purpose
.
But
there
was
one
swarthy
Bree-lander
,
who
stood
looking
at
them
with
a
knowing
and
half-mocking
expression
that
made
them
feel
very
uncomfortable
.
Presently
he
slipped
out
of
the
door
,
followed
by
the
squint-eyed
southerner
:
the
two
had
been
whispering
together
a
good
deal
during
the
evening
.
Frodo
felt
a
fool
.
Not
knowing
what
else
to
do
,
he
crawled
away
under
the
tables
to
the
dark
corner
by
Strider
,
who
sat
unmoved
,
giving
no
sign
of
his
thoughts
.
Frodo
leaned
back
against
the
wall
and
took
off
the
Ring
.
How
it
came
to
be
on
his
finger
he
could
not
tell
.
He
could
only
suppose
that
he
had
been
handling
it
in
his
pocket
while
he
sang
,
and
that
somehow
it
had
slipped
on
when
he
stuck
out
his
hand
with
a
jerk
to
save
his
fall
.
For
a
moment
he
wondered
if
the
Ring
itself
had
not
played
him
a
trick
;
perhaps
it
had
tried
to
reveal
itself
in
response
to
some
wish
or
command
that
was
felt
in
the
room
.
He
did
not
like
the
looks
of
the
men
that
had
gone
out
.
'
Well
?
'
said
Strider
,
when
he
reappeared
.
'
Why
did
you
do
that
?
Worse
than
anything
your
friends
could
have
said
!
You
have
put
your
foot
in
it
!
Or
should
I
say
your
finger
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
'
said
Frodo
,
annoyed
and
alarmed
.
'
Oh
yes
,
you
do
,
'
answered
Strider
;
'
but
we
had
better
wait
until
the
uproar
has
died
down
.
Then
,
if
you
please
,
Mr.
Baggins
,
I
should
like
a
quiet
word
with
you
.
'
