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"
All
right
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Lead
me
!
As
long
as
you
've
got
any
hope
left
.
Mine
is
gone
.
But
I
ca
n't
dash
,
Sam
.
I
'll
just
plod
along
after
you
.
"
"
Before
you
start
any
more
plodding
,
you
need
sleep
and
food
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
Come
and
take
what
you
can
get
of
them
!
"
He
gave
Frodo
water
and
an
additional
wafer
of
the
waybread
,
and
he
made
a
pillow
of
his
cloak
for
his
master
's
head
.
Frodo
was
too
weary
to
debate
the
matter
,
and
Sam
did
not
tell
him
that
he
had
drunk
the
last
drop
of
their
water
,
and
eaten
Sam
's
share
of
the
food
as
well
as
his
own
.
When
Frodo
was
asleep
Sam
bent
over
him
and
listened
to
his
breathing
and
scanned
his
face
.
It
was
lined
and
thin
,
and
yet
in
sleep
it
looked
content
and
unafraid
.
"
Well
,
here
goes
,
Master
!
"
Sam
muttered
to
himself
.
"
I
'll
have
to
leave
you
for
a
bit
and
trust
to
luck
.
Water
we
must
have
,
or
we
'll
get
no
further
.
"
Sam
crept
out
,
and
flitting
from
stone
to
stone
with
more
than
hobbit-care
,
he
went
down
to
the
water-course
,
and
then
followed
it
for
some
way
as
it
climbed
north
,
until
he
came
to
the
rock-steps
where
long
ago
,
no
doubt
,
its
spring
had
come
gushing
down
in
a
little
waterfall
.
All
now
seemed
dry
and
silent
;
but
refusing
to
despair
Sam
stooped
and
listened
,
and
to
his
delight
he
caught
the
sound
of
trickling
.
Clambering
a
few
steps
up
he
found
a
tiny
stream
of
dark
water
that
came
out
from
the
hill-side
and
filled
a
little
bare
pool
,
from
which
again
it
spilled
,
and
vanished
then
under
the
barren
stones
.
Sam
tasted
the
water
,
and
it
seemed
good
enough
.
Then
he
drank
deeply
,
refilled
the
bottle
,
and
turned
to
go
back
.
At
that
moment
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
a
black
form
or
shadow
flitting
among
the
rocks
away
near
Frodo
's
hiding-place
.
Biting
back
a
cry
,
he
leapt
down
from
the
spring
and
ran
,
jumping
from
stone
to
stone
.
It
was
a
wary
creature
,
difficult
to
see
,
but
Sam
had
little
doubt
about
it
:
he
longed
to
get
his
hands
on
its
neck
.
But
it
heard
him
coming
and
slipped
quickly
away
.
Sam
thought
he
saw
a
last
fleeting
glimpse
of
it
,
peering
back
over
the
edge
of
the
eastward
precipice
,
before
it
ducked
and
disappeared
.
"
Well
,
luck
did
not
let
me
down
,
"
muttered
Sam
,
"
but
that
was
a
near
thing
!
Is
n't
it
enough
to
have
orcs
by
the
thousand
without
that
stinking
villain
coming
nosing
round
?
I
wish
he
had
been
shot
!
"
He
sat
down
by
Frodo
and
did
not
rouse
him
;
but
he
did
not
dare
to
go
to
sleep
himself
.
At
last
when
he
felt
his
eyes
closing
and
knew
that
his
struggle
to
keep
awake
could
not
go
on
much
longer
,
he
wakened
Frodo
gently
.
"
That
Gollum
's
about
again
,
I
'm
afraid
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
he
said
.
"
Leastways
,
if
it
was
n't
him
,
then
there
's
two
of
him
.
I
went
away
to
find
some
water
and
spied
him
nosing
round
just
as
I
turned
back
.
I
reckon
it
is
n't
safe
for
us
both
to
sleep
together
,
and
begging
your
pardon
,
but
I
ca
n't
hold
up
my
lids
much
longer
.
"
"
Bless
you
,
Sam
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Lie
down
and
take
your
proper
turn
!
But
I
'd
rather
have
Gollum
than
orcs
.
At
any
rate
he
wo
n't
give
us
away
to
them
--
not
unless
he
's
caught
himself
.
"
