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Over
the
hedge
another
man
was
staring
boldly
.
He
had
heavy
black
brows
,
and
dark
scornful
eyes
;
his
large
mouth
curled
in
a
sneer
.
He
was
smoking
a
short
black
pipe
.
As
they
approached
he
took
it
out
of
his
mouth
and
spat
.
'
Morning
,
Longshanks
!
'
he
said
.
'
Off
early
?
Found
some
friends
at
last
?
'
Strider
nodded
,
but
did
not
answer
.
'
Morning
,
my
little
friends
!
'
he
said
to
the
others
.
'
I
suppose
you
know
who
you
've
taken
up
with
?
That
's
Stick-at-naught
Strider
,
that
is
!
Though
I
've
heard
other
names
not
so
pretty
.
Watch
out
tonight
!
And
you
,
Sammie
,
do
n't
go
ill-treating
my
poor
old
pony
!
Pah
!
'
He
spat
again
.
Sam
turned
quickly
.
'
And
you
,
Ferny
,
'
he
said
,
'
put
your
ugly
face
out
of
sight
,
or
it
will
get
hurt
.
'
With
a
sudden
flick
,
quick
as
lightning
,
an
apple
left
his
hand
and
hit
Bill
square
on
the
nose
.
He
ducked
too
late
,
and
curses
came
from
behind
the
hedge
.
'
Waste
of
a
good
apple
,
'
said
Sam
regretfully
,
and
strode
on
.
At
last
they
left
the
village
behind
.
The
escort
of
children
and
stragglers
that
had
followed
them
got
tired
and
turned
back
at
the
South-gate
.
Passing
through
,
they
kept
on
along
the
Road
for
some
miles
.
It
bent
to
the
left
,
curving
back
into
its
eastward
line
as
it
rounded
the
feet
of
Bree-hill
,
and
then
it
began
to
run
swiftly
downwards
into
wooded
country
.
To
their
left
they
could
see
some
of
the
houses
and
hobbit-holes
of
Staddle
on
the
gentler
south-eastern
slopes
of
the
hill
;
down
in
a
deep
hollow
away
north
of
the
Road
there
were
wisps
of
rising
smoke
that
showed
where
Combe
lay
;
Archet
was
hidden
in
the
trees
beyond
.
After
the
Road
had
run
down
some
way
,
and
had
left
Bree-hill
standing
tall
and
brown
behind
,
they
came
on
a
narrow
track
that
led
off
towards
the
North
.
'
This
is
where
we
leave
the
open
and
take
to
cover
,
'
said
Strider
.
'
Not
a
"
short
cut
"
,
I
hope
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Our
last
short
cut
through
woods
nearly
ended
in
disaster
.
'
'
Ah
,
but
you
had
not
got
me
with
you
then
,
'
laughed
Strider
.
'
My
cuts
,
short
or
long
,
do
n't
go
wrong
.
'
He
took
a
look
up
and
down
the
Road
.
No
one
was
in
sight
;
and
he
led
the
way
quickly
down
towards
the
wooded
valley
.
His
plan
,
as
far
as
they
could
understand
it
without
knowing
the
country
,
was
to
go
towards
Archet
at
first
,
but
to
bear
right
and
pass
it
on
the
east
,
and
then
to
steer
as
straight
as
he
could
over
the
wild
lands
to
Weathertop
Hill
.
In
that
way
they
would
,
if
all
went
well
,
cut
off
a
great
loop
of
the
Road
,
which
further
on
bent
southwards
to
avoid
the
Midgewater
Marshes
.
But
,
of
course
,
they
would
have
to
pass
through
the
marshes
themselves
,
and
Strider
's
description
of
them
was
not
encouraging
.
