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They
stood
still
,
almost
holding
their
breath
as
they
listened
;
but
there
was
no
sound
of
pursuit
.
"
I
do
n't
fancy
he
would
try
bringing
his
horse
down
that
bank
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
But
I
guess
he
knows
we
came
down
it
.
We
had
better
be
going
on
.
"
Going
on
was
not
altogether
easy
.
They
had
packs
to
carry
,
and
the
bushes
and
brambles
were
reluctant
to
let
them
through
.
They
were
cut
off
from
the
wind
by
the
ridge
behind
,
and
the
air
was
still
and
stuffy
.
When
they
forced
their
way
at
last
into
more
open
ground
,
they
were
hot
and
tired
and
very
scratched
,
and
they
were
also
no
longer
certain
of
the
direction
in
which
they
were
going
.
The
banks
of
the
stream
sank
,
as
it
reached
the
levels
and
became
broader
and
shalower
,
wandering
off
towards
the
Marish
and
the
River
.
"
Why
,
this
is
the
Stock-brook
!
"
said
Pippin
.
"
If
we
are
going
to
try
and
get
back
on
to
our
course
,
we
must
cross
at
once
and
bear
right
.
"
They
waded
the
stream
,
and
hurried
over
a
wide
open
space
,
rush-grown
and
treeless
,
on
the
further
side
.
Beyond
that
they
came
again
to
a
belt
of
trees
:
tall
oaks
,
for
the
most
part
,
with
here
and
there
an
elm
tree
or
an
ash
.
The
ground
was
fairly
level
,
and
there
was
little
undergrowth
;
but
the
trees
were
loo
close
for
them
to
see
far
ahead
.
The
leaves
blew
upwards
in
sudden
gusts
of
wind
,
and
spots
of
rain
began
to
fall
from
the
overcast
sky
.
Then
the
wind
died
away
and
the
rain
came
streaming
down
.
They
trudged
along
as
fast
as
they
could
,
over
patches
of
grass
,
and
through
thick
drifts
of
old
leaves
;
and
all
about
them
the
rain
pattered
and
trickled
.
They
did
not
talk
,
but
kept
glancing
back
,
and
from
side
to
side
.
After
half
an
hour
Pippin
said
:
"
I
hope
we
have
not
turned
too
much
towards
the
south
,
and
are
not
walking
longwise
through
this
wood
!
It
is
not
a
very
broad
belt
-
I
should
have
said
no
more
than
a
mile
at
the
widest
-
and
we
ought
to
have
been
through
it
by
now
.
"
"
It
is
no
good
our
starting
to
go
in
zig-zags
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
That
wo
n't
mend
matters
.
Let
us
keep
on
as
we
are
going
!
I
am
not
sure
that
I
want
to
come
out
into
the
open
yet
.
"
They
went
on
for
perhaps
another
couple
of
miles
.
Then
the
sun
gleamed
out
of
ragged
clouds
again
and
the
rain
lessened
.
It
was
now
past
mid-day
,
and
they
felt
it
was
high
time
for
lunch
.
They
halted
under
an
elm
tree
:
its
leaves
though
fast
turning
yelow
were
still
thick
,
and
the
ground
at
its
feel
was
fairly
dry
and
sheltered
.
When
they
came
to
make
their
meal
,
they
found
that
the
Elves
had
filed
their
bottles
with
a
clear
drink
,
pale
golden
in
colour
:
it
had
the
scent
of
a
honey
made
of
many
flowers
,
and
was
wonderfuly
refreshing
.
Very
soon
they
were
laughing
,
and
snapping
their
fingers
at
rain
,
and
at
Black
Riders
.
The
last
few
miles
,
they
felt
,
would
soon
be
behind
them
.
Frodo
propped
his
back
against
the
tree-trunk
,
and
closed
his
eyes
.
Sam
and
Pippin
sat
near
,
and
they
began
to
hum
,
and
then
to
sing
softly
:
Ho
!
Ho
!
Ho
!
to
the
bottle
I
go
