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"
He
wo
n't
be
so
eager
when
Mr.
Frodo
has
finished
with
him
,
"
said
Sam
.
The
Shirriff-house
at
Frogmorton
was
as
bad
as
the
Bridge-house
.
It
had
only
one
storey
,
but
it
had
the
same
narrow
windows
,
and
it
was
built
of
ugly
pale
bricks
,
badly
laid
.
Inside
it
was
damp
and
cheerless
,
and
supper
was
served
on
a
long
bare
table
that
had
not
been
scrubbed
for
weeks
.
The
food
deserved
no
better
setting
.
The
travellers
were
glad
to
leave
the
place
.
It
was
about
eighteen
miles
to
Bywater
,
and
they
set
off
at
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
They
would
have
started
earlier
,
only
the
delay
so
plainly
annoyed
the
Shirriff-leader
.
The
west
wind
had
shifted
northward
and
it
was
turning
colder
,
but
the
rain
was
gone
.
It
was
rather
a
comic
cavalcade
that
left
the
village
,
though
the
few
folk
that
came
out
to
stare
at
the
"
get-up
"
of
the
travellers
did
not
seem
quite
sure
whether
laughing
was
allowed
.
A
dozen
Shirriffs
had
been
told
off
as
escort
to
the
"
prisoners
'
;
but
Merry
made
them
march
in
front
,
while
Frodo
and
his
friends
rode
behind
.
Merry
,
Pippin
,
and
Sam
sat
at
their
ease
laughing
and
talking
and
singing
,
while
the
Shirriffs
stumped
along
trying
to
look
stern
and
important
.
Frodo
,
however
,
was
silent
and
looked
rather
sad
and
thoughtful
.
The
last
person
they
passed
was
a
sturdy
old
gaffer
clipping
a
hedge
.
"
Hullo
,
hullo
!
"
he
jeered
.
"
Now
who
's
arrested
who
?
"
Two
of
the
Shirriffs
immediately
left
the
party
and
went
towards
him
.
"
Leader
!
"
said
Merry
.
"
Order
your
fellows
back
to
their
places
at
once
,
if
you
do
n't
want
me
to
deal
with
them
!
"
The
two
hobbits
at
a
sharp
word
from
the
leader
came
back
sulkily
.
"
Now
get
on
!
"
said
Merry
,
and
after
that
the
travellers
saw
to
it
that
their
ponies
"
pace
was
quick
enough
to
push
the
Shirriffs
along
as
fast
as
they
could
go
.
The
sun
came
out
,
and
in
spite
of
the
chilly
wind
they
were
soon
puffing
and
sweating
.
At
the
Three-Farthing
Stone
they
gave
it
up
.
They
had
done
nearly
fourteen
miles
with
only
one
rest
at
noon
.
It
was
now
three
o'clock
.
They
were
hungry
and
very
footsore
and
they
could
not
stand
the
pace
.
"
Well
,
come
along
in
your
own
time
!
"
said
Merry
.
"
We
are
going
on
.
"
