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the road and ask pardon； or I will set this troll's bane in you！'
The sword glinted in the westering sun。 Merry and Sam drew their swords also and rode up to
support Pippin； but Frodo did not move。 The ruffians gave back。 Scaring Breeland peasants； and
bullying bewildered hobbits； had been their work。 Fearless hobbits with bright swords and grim
faces were a great surprise。 And there was a note in the voices of these newers that they had not
heard before。 It chilled them with fear。
'Go！' said Merry。 'If you trouble this village again； you will regret it。' The three hobbits came on；
and then the ruffians turned and fled running away up the Hobbiton Road； but they blew their horns
as they ran。
'Well； we've e back none too soon；' said Merry。
'Not a day too soon。 Perhaps too late； at any rate to save Lotho；' said Frodo。 'Miserable fool； but
I am sorry for him。'
'Save Lotho？ Whatever do you mean？' said Pippin。 'Destroy him I should say。'
'I don't think you quite understand things； Pippin；' said Frodo。 'Lotho never meant things to
e to this pass。 He has been a wicked fool； but he's caught now。 The ruffians are on top；
gathering； robbing and bullying； and running or ruining things as they like； in his name。 And not in
his name even for much longer。 He's a prisoner in Bag End now； I expect； and very frightened。 We
ought to try and rescue him。'
'Well I am staggered！' said Pippin。 'Of all the ends to our journey that is the very last I should
have thought of： to have to fight half…orcs and ruffians in the Shire itself – to rescue Lotho Pimple！'
'Fight？' said Frodo。 'Well； I suppose it may e to that。 But remember： there is to be no slaying
of hobbits； not even if they have gone over to the other side。 Really gone over； I mean； not just
obeying ruffians' orders because they are frightened。 No hobbit has ever killed another on purpose
in the Shire； and it is not to begin now。 And nobody is to be killed at all； if it can be helped。 Keep
your tempers and hold your hands to the last possible moment！'
'But if there are many of these ruffians；' said Merry； 'it will certainly mean fighting。 You won't
rescue Lotho； or the Shire； just by being shocked and sad； my dear Frodo。'
'No；' said Pippin。 'It won't be so easy scaring them a second time。 They were taken by surprise。
You heard that horn…blowing？ Evidently there are other ruffians near at hand。 They'll be much
bolder when there's more of them together。 We ought to think of taking cover somewhere for the
night。 After all we're only four； even if we are armed。'
'I've an idea；' said Sam。 'Let's go to old Tom Cotton's down South Lane！ He always was a stout
fellow。 And he has a lot of lads that were all friends of mine。'
'No！' said Merry。 'It's no good 〃getting under cover〃。 That is just what people have been doing；
and just what these ruffians like。 They will simply e down on us in force； corner us； and then
drive us out； or burn us in。 No； we have got to do something at once。'
'Do what？' said Pippin。
'Raise the Shire！' said Merry。 'Now！ Wake all our people！ They hate all this； you can see： all of
them except perhaps one or two rascals； and a few fools that want to be important； but don't at all
understand what is really going on。 But Shire…folk have been so fortable so long they don't
know what to do。 They just want a match； though； and they'll go up in fire。 The Chief's Men must
know that。 They'll try to stamp on us and put us out quick。 We've only got a very short time。
'Sam； you can make a dash for Cotton's farm； if you like。 He's the chief person round here； and
the sturdiest。 e on！ I am going to blow the horn of Rohan； and give them all some music they
have never heard before。'
They rode back to the middle of the village。 There Sam turned aside and galloped off down the
lane that led south to Cotton's。 He had not gone far when he heard a sudden clear horn…call go up
ringing into the sky。 Far over hill and field it echoed； and so pelling was that call that Sam
himself almost turned and dashed back。 His pony reared and neighed。
'On； lad！ On！' he cried。 'We'll be going back soon。'
Then he heard Merry change the note； and up went the Horn…cry of Buckland； shaking the air。
_Awake！ Awake！ Fear； Fire； Foes！ Awake！
Fire； Foes！ Awake！_
Behind him Sam heard a hubbub of voices and a great din and slamming of doors。 In front of
him lights sprang out in the gloaming； dogs barked； feet came running。 Before he got to the lane's
end there was Farmer Cotton with three of his lads； Young Tom； Jolly； and Nick； hurrying towards
him。 They had axes in their hands； and barred the way。
'Nay！ It's not one of them ruffians；' Sam heard the farmer say。 'It's a hobbit by the size of it； but
all dressed up queer。 Hey！' he cried。 'Who are you； and what's all this to…do？'
'It's Sam； Sam Gamgee。 I've e back。'
Farmer Cotton came up close and stared at him in the twilight。 'Well！' he exclaimed。 'The voice
is right； and your face is no worse than it was； Sam。 But I should a' passed you in the street in that
gear。 You've been in foreign parts； seemingly。 We feared you were dead。'
'That I ain't！' said Sam。 'Nor Mr。 Frodo。 He's here and his friends。 And that's the to…do。 They're
raising the Shire。 We're going to clear out these ruffians； and their Chief too。 We're starting now。'
'Good； good！' cried Farmer Cotton。 'So it's begun at last！ I've been itching for trouble all this
year； but folks wouldn't help。 And I've had the wife and Rosie to think of。 These ruffians don't stick
at nothing。 But e on now； lads！ Bywater is up！ We must be in it！'
'What about Mrs。 Cotton and Rosie？' said Sam。 'It isn't safe yet for them to be left all alone。'
'My Nibs is with them。 But you can go and help him； if you have a mind；' said Farmer Cotton
with a grin。 Then he and his sons ran off towards the village。
Sam hurried to the house。 By the large round door at the top of the steps from the wide yard
stood Mrs。 Cotton and Rosie； and Nibs in front of them grasping a hay…fork。
'It's me！' shouted Sam as he trotted up。 'Sam Gamgee！ So don't try prodding me； Nibs。 Anyway；
I've a mail…shirt on me。'
He jumped down from his pony and went up the steps。 They stared at him in silence。 'Good
evening； Mrs。 Cotton！' he said。 'Hullo Rosie！'
'Hullo； Sam！' said Rosie。 'Where've you been I They said you were dead； but I've been expecting
you since the Spring。 You haven't hurried have you？'
'Perhaps not；' said Sam abashed。 'But I'm hurrying now。 We're setting about the ruffians； and I've
got to get back to Mr。 Frodo。 But I thought I'd have a look and see how Mrs。 Cotton was keeping；
and you； Rosie。'
'We're keeping nicely； thank you；' said Mrs。 Cotton。 'Or should be； if it weren't for these thieving
ruffians。'
'Well； be off with you！' said Rosie。 'If you've been looking after Mr。 Frodo all this while； what
d'you want to leave him for； as soon as things look dangerous？'
This was too much for Sam。 It needed a week's answer； or none。 He turned away and mounted
his pony。 But as he started off； Rosie ran down the steps。
'I think you look fine； Sam；' she said。 'Go on now！ But take care of yourself； and e straight
back as soon as you have settled the ruffians！'
When Sam got back he found the whole village roused。 Already； apart from many younger lads；
more than a hundred sturdy hobbits were assembled with axes； and heavy hammers； and long
knives； and stout staves： and a few had hunting…bows。 More were still ing in from outlying
farms。
Some of the village…folk had lit a large fire； just to enliven things； and also because it was one of
the things forbidden by the Chief。 It burned bright as night came on。 Others at Merry's orders were
setting up barriers across the road at each end of the village。 When the Shirriffs came up to the
lower one they were dumbfounded； but as soon as they saw how things were； most of them took off
their feathers and joined in the revolt。 The others slunk away。
Sam found Frodo and his friends