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"
Well
!
"
Sam
went
on
.
"
Whatever
they
have
to
eat
and
drink
,
we
ca
n't
get
it
.
There
's
no
way
down
that
I
can
see
.
And
we
could
n't
cross
all
that
open
country
crawling
with
enemies
,
even
if
we
did
get
down
.
"
"
Still
we
shall
have
to
try
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
It
's
no
worse
than
I
expected
.
I
never
hoped
to
get
across
.
I
ca
n't
see
any
hope
of
it
now
.
But
I
've
still
got
to
do
the
best
I
can
.
At
present
that
is
to
avoid
being
captured
as
long
as
possible
.
So
we
must
still
go
northwards
,
I
think
,
and
see
what
it
is
like
where
the
open
plain
is
narrower
.
"
"
I
guess
what
it
'll
be
like
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
Where
it
's
narrower
the
Orcs
and
Men
will
just
be
packed
closer
.
You
'll
see
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
"
"
I
dare
say
I
shall
,
if
we
ever
get
so
far
,
"
said
Frodo
and
turned
away
.
They
soon
found
that
it
was
impossible
to
make
their
way
along
the
crest
of
the
Morgai
,
or
anywhere
along
its
higher
levels
,
pathless
as
they
were
and
scored
with
deep
ghylls
.
In
the
end
they
were
forced
to
go
back
down
the
ravine
that
they
had
climbed
and
seek
for
a
way
along
the
valley
.
It
was
rough
going
,
for
they
dared
not
cross
over
to
the
path
on
the
westward
side
.
After
a
mile
or
more
they
saw
,
huddled
in
a
hollow
at
the
cliff
's
foot
,
the
orc-hold
that
they
had
guessed
was
near
at
hand
:
a
wall
and
a
cluster
of
stone
huts
set
about
the
dark
mouth
of
a
cave
.
There
was
no
movement
to
be
seen
,
but
the
hobbits
crept
by
cautiously
,
keeping
as
much
as
they
could
to
the
thorn-brakes
that
grew
thickly
at
this
point
along
both
sides
of
the
old
water-course
.
They
went
two
or
three
miles
further
,
and
the
orc-hold
was
hidden
from
sight
behind
them
;
but
they
had
hardly
begun
to
breathe
more
freely
again
when
harsh
and
loud
they
heard
orc-voices
.
Quickly
they
slunk
out
of
sight
behind
a
brown
and
stunted
bush
.
The
voices
drew
nearer
.
Presently
two
orcs
came
into
view
.
One
was
clad
in
ragged
brown
and
was
armed
with
a
bow
of
horn
;
it
was
of
a
small
breed
,
black-skinned
,
with
wide
and
snuffling
nostrils
:
evidently
a
tracker
of
some
kind
.
The
other
was
a
big
fighting-orc
,
like
those
of
Shagrat
's
company
,
bearing
the
token
of
the
Eye
.
He
also
had
a
bow
at
his
back
and
carried
a
short
broad-headed
spear
.
As
usual
they
were
quarrelling
,
and
being
of
different
breeds
they
used
the
Common
Speech
after
their
fashion
.
Hardly
twenty
paces
from
where
the
hobbits
lurked
the
small
orc
stopped
.
"
Nar
!
"
it
snarled
.
"
I
'm
going
home
.
"
It
pointed
across
the
valley
to
the
orc-hold
.
"
No
good
wearing
my
nose
out
on
stones
any
more
.
There
's
not
a
trace
left
,
I
say
.
I
've
lost
the
scent
through
giving
way
to
you
.
It
went
up
into
the
hills
,
not
along
the
valley
,
I
tell
you
.
"
"
Not
much
use
are
you
,
you
little
snufflers
?
"
said
the
big
orc
.
"
I
reckon
eyes
are
better
than
your
snotty
noses
.
"
