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ake with us； and we ought to take plenty to spare； for we may be delayed； or forced to go round…about； far out of the direct way。 How much are you prepared to carry on your backs？'
'As much as we must；' said Pippin with a sinking heart； but trying to show that he was tougher than he looked （or felt）。
'I can carry enough for two；' said Sam defiantly。
'Can't anything be done； Mr。 Butterbur？' asked Frodo。 'Can't we get a couple of ponies in the village； or even one just for the baggage？ I don't suppose we could hire them； but we might be able to buy them；' he added； doubtfully； wondering if he could afford it。
'I doubt it；' said the landlord unhappily。 'The two or three riding…ponies that there were in Bree were stabled in my yard； and they're gone。 As for other animals； horses or ponies for draught or what not； there are very few of them in Bree； and they won't be for sale。 But I'll do what I can。 I'll rout out Bob and send him round as soon as may be。'
'Yes；' said Strider reluctantly； 'you had better do that。 I am afraid we shall have to try to get one pony at least。 But so ends all hope of starting early； and slipping away quietly！ We might as well have blown a horn to announce our departure。 That was part of their plan； no doubt。'
'There is one crumb of fort；' said Merry； 'and more than a crumb； I hope： we can have breakfast while we wait … and sit down to it。 Let's get hold of Nob！'
In the end there was more than three hours' delay。 Bob came back with the report that no horse or pony was to be got for love or money in the neighbourhood … except one： Bill Ferny had one that he might possibly sell。 'A poor old half…starved creature it is；' said Bob； 'but he won't part with it for less than thrice its worth； seeing how you're placed； not if I knows Bill Ferny。'
'Bill Ferny？' said Frodo。 'Isn't there some trick？ Wouldn't the beast bolt back to him with all our stuff； or help in tracking us； or something？'
'I wonder；' said Strider。 'But I cannot imagine any animal running home to him； once it got away。 I fancy this is only an afterthought of kind Master Ferny's： just a way of increasing his profits from the affair。 The chief danger is that the poor beast is probably at death's door。 But there does not seem any choice。 What does he want for it？'
Bill Ferny's price was twelve silver pennies； and that was indeed at least three times the pony's value in those pans。 It proved to be a bony； underfed； and dispirited animal； but it did not look like dying just yet。 Mr。 Butterbur paid for it himself； and offered Merry another eighteen pence as some pensation for the lost animals。 He was an honest man； and well…off as things were reckoned in Bree； but thirty silver pennies was a sore blow to him； and being cheated by Bill Ferny made it harder to bear。
As a matter of fact he came out on the right side in the end。 It turned out later that only one horse had been actually stolen。 The others had been driven off； or had bolted in terror； and were found wandering in different corners of the Bree…land。 Merry's ponies had escaped altogether； and eventually （having a good deal of sense） they made their way to the Downs in search of Fatty Lumpkin。 So they came under the care of Tom Bombadil for a while； and were well…off。 But when news of the events at Bree came to Tom's ears； he sent them to Mr。 Butterbur； who thus got five good beasts at a very fair price。 They had to work harder in Bree； but Bob treated them well； so on the whole they were lucky： they missed a dark and dangerous journey。 But they never came to Rivendell。
However； in the meanwhile for all Mr。 Butterbur knew his money was gone for good； or for bad。 And he had other troubles。 For there was a great motion as soon as the remaining guests were astir and heard news of the raid on the inn。 The southern travellers had lost several horses and blamed the innkeeper loudly； until it became known that one of their own number had also disappeared in the night； none other than Bill Ferny's squint…eyed panion。 Suspicion fell on him at once。
'If you pick up with a horse…thief； and bring him to my house；' said Butterbur angrily； 'you ought to pay for all the damage yourselves and not e shouting at me。 Go and ask Ferny where your handsome friend is！' But it appeared that he was nobody's friend； and nobody could recollect when he had joined their party。
After their breakfast the hobbits had to re…pack； and get together further supplies for the longer journey they were now expecting。 It was close on ten o'clock before they at last got off。 By that time the whole of Bree was buzzing with excitement。 Frodo's vanishing trick； the appearance of the black horsemen； the robbing of the stables； and not least the news that Strider the Ranger had joined the mysterious hobbits； made such a tale as would last for many uneventful years。 Most of the inhabitants of Bree and Staddle； and many even from be and Archet； were crowded in the road to see the travellers start。 The other guests in the inn were at the doors or hanging out of the windows。
Strider had changed his mind； and he decided to leave Bree by the main road。 Any attempt to set off across country at once would only make matters worse： half the inhabitants would follow them； to see what they were up to； and to prevent them from trespassing。
They said farewell to Nob and Bob； and took leave of Mr。 Butterbur with many thanks。 'I hope we shall meet again some day； when things are merry once more；' said Frodo。 'I should like nothing better than to stay in your house in peace for a while。'
They tramped off； anxious and downhearted； under the eyes of the crowd。 Not all the faces were friendly； nor all the words that were shouted。 But Strider seemed to be held in awe by most of the Bree…landers； and those that he stared at shut their mouths and drew away。 He walked in front with Frodo； next came Merry and Pippin； and last came Sam leading the pony； which was laden with as much of their baggage as they had the heart to give it； but already it looked less dejected； as if it approved of the change in its fortunes。 Sam was chewing an apple thoughtfully。 He had a pocket full of them： a parting present from Nob and Bob。 'Apples for walking； and a pipe for sitting；' he said。 'But I reckon I'll miss them both before long。'
The hobbits took no notice of the inquisitive heads that peeped out of doors； or popped over walls and fences； as they passed。 But as they drew near to the further gate； Frodo saw a dark ill…kept house behind a thick hedge： the last house in the village。 In one of the windows he caught a glimpse of a sallow face with sly； slanting eyes； but it vanished at once。
'So that's where that southerner is hiding！' he thought。 'He looks more than half like a goblin。'
Over the hedge another man was staring boldly。 He had heavy black brows； and dark scornful eyes； his large mouth curled in a sneer。 He was smoking a short black pipe。 As they approached he took it out of his mouth and spat。
'Morning； Longshanks！' he said。 'Off early？ Found some friends at last？' Strider nodded； but did not answer。 'Morning； my little friends！' he said to the others。 'I suppose you know who you've taken