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"
But
he
might
do
a
bit
of
robbery
and
murder
on
his
own
,
"
growled
Sam
.
"
Keep
your
eyes
open
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
There
's
a
bottle
full
of
water
.
Drink
up
.
We
can
fill
it
again
when
we
go
on
.
"
With
that
Sam
plunged
into
sleep
.
Light
was
fading
when
he
woke
.
Frodo
sat
propped
against
the
rock
behind
,
but
he
had
fallen
asleep
.
The
water-bottle
was
empty
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Gollum
.
Mordor-dark
had
returned
,
and
the
watch-fires
on
the
heights
burned
fierce
and
red
,
when
the
hobbits
set
out
again
on
the
most
dangerous
stage
of
all
their
journey
.
They
went
first
to
the
little
spring
,
and
then
climbing
warily
up
they
came
to
the
road
at
the
point
where
it
swung
east
towards
the
Isenmouthe
twenty
miles
away
.
It
was
not
a
broad
road
,
and
it
had
no
wall
or
parapet
along
the
edge
and
as
it
ran
on
the
sheer
drop
from
its
brink
became
deeper
and
deeper
.
The
hobbits
could
hear
no
movements
,
and
after
listening
for
a
while
they
set
off
eastward
at
a
steady
pace
.
After
doing
some
twelve
miles
,
they
halted
.
A
short
way
back
the
road
had
bent
a
little
northward
and
the
stretch
that
they
had
passed
over
was
now
screened
from
sight
.
This
proved
disastrous
.
They
rested
for
some
minutes
and
then
went
on
;
but
they
had
not
taken
many
steps
when
suddenly
in
the
stillness
of
the
night
they
heard
the
sound
that
all
along
they
had
secretly
dreaded
:
the
noise
of
marching
feet
.
It
was
still
some
way
behind
them
,
but
looking
back
they
could
see
the
twinkle
of
torches
coming
round
the
bend
less
than
a
mile
away
,
and
they
were
moving
fast
:
too
fast
for
Frodo
to
escape
by
flight
along
the
road
ahead
.
"
I
feared
it
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
We
've
trusted
to
luck
,
and
it
has
failed
us
.
We
're
trapped
.
"
He
looked
wildly
up
at
the
frowning
wall
,
where
the
road-builders
of
old
had
cut
the
rock
sheer
for
many
fathoms
above
their
heads
.
He
ran
to
the
other
side
and
looked
over
the
brink
into
a
dark
pit
of
gloom
.
"
We
're
trapped
at
last
!
"
he
said
.
He
sank
to
the
ground
beneath
the
wall
of
rock
and
bowed
his
head
.
"
Seems
so
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
Well
,
we
can
but
wait
and
see
.
"
And
with
that
he
sat
down
beside
Frodo
under
the
shadow
of
the
cliff
.
They
did
not
have
to
wait
long
.
The
orcs
were
going
at
a
great
pace
.
Those
in
the
foremost
files
bore
torches
.
On
they
came
,
red
flames
in
the
dark
,
swiftly
growing
.
Now
Sam
too
bowed
his
head
,
hoping
that
it
would
hide
his
face
when
the
torches
reached
them
;
and
he
set
their
shields
before
their
knees
to
hide
their
feet
.
"
If
only
they
are
in
a
hurry
and
will
let
a
couple
of
tired
soldiers
alone
and
pass
on
!
"
he
thought
.
And
so
it
seemed
that
they
would
.
The
leading
orcs
came
loping
along
,
panting
,
holding
their
heads
down
.
