The farmer laughed。 'They won't harm you – not unless I tell 'em to。
Here； Grip！ Fang！ Heel！' he cried。 'Heel； Wolf！' To the relief of Frodo andSam； the dogs walked away and let them go free。
Pippin introduced the other two to the farmer。 'Mr。 Frodo Baggins；' hesaid。 'You may not remember him； but he used to live at Brandy Hall。' At thename Baggins the farmer started； and gave Frodo a sharp glance。 For a momentFrodo thought that the memory of stolen mushrooms had been aroused； and thatthe dogs would be told to see him off。 But Farmer Maggot took him by the arm。
'Well； if that isn't queerer than ever？' he exclaimed。 'Mr。 Baggins isit？ e inside！ We must have a talk。'
They went into the farmer's kitchen； and sat by the wide fire…place。 Mrs。
Maggot brought out beer in a huge jug； and filled four large mugs。 It was agood brew； and Pippin found himself more than pensated for missing the
_Golden Perch。_ Sam sipped his beer suspiciously。 He had a natural mistrust ofthe inhabitants of other parts of the Shire； and also he was not disposed tobe quick friends with anyone who had beaten his master； however long ago。
After a few remarks about the weather and the agricultural prospects（which were no worse than usual）； Farmer Maggot put down his mug and looked atthem all in turn。
'Now； Mr。 Peregrin；' he said； 'where might you be ing from； and wheremight you be going to？ Were you ing to visit' me？ For； if so； you had gonepast my gate without my seeing you。'
'Well； no；' answered Pippin。 'To tell you the truth； since you haveguessed it； we got into the lane from the other end： we had e over yourfields。 But that was quite by accident。 We lost our way in the woods； backnear Woodhall； trying to take a short cut to the Ferry。'
'If you were in a hurry； the road would have served you better；' said thefarmer。 'But I wasn't worrying about that。 You have leave to walk over myland； if you have a mind； Mr。 Peregrin。 And you； Mr。 Baggins – though Idaresay you still like mushrooms。' He laughed。 'Ah yes； I recognized the name。
I recollect the time when young Frodo Baggins was one of the worst youngrascals of Buckland。 But it wasn't mushrooms I was thinking of。 I had justheard the name Baggins before you turned up。 What do you think that funnycustomer asked me？'
They waited anxiously for him to go on。 'Well；' the farmer continued；
approaching his point with slow relish； 'he came riding on a big black horsein at the gate； which happened to be open； and right up to my door。 All blackhe was himself； too； and cloaked and hooded up； as if he did not want to beknown。 〃Now what in the Shire can he want？〃 I thought to myself。 We don't seemany of the Big Folk over the border； and anyway I had never heard of any likethis black fellow。
' 〃Good…day to you！〃 I says； going out to him。 〃This lane don't leadanywhere； and wherever you may be going； your quickest way will be back to theroad。〃 I didn't like the looks of him； and when Grip came out； he took onesniff and let out a yelp as if he had been slung： he put down his tail andbolted off howling。 The black fellow sat quite still。
' 〃I e from yonder；〃 he said； slow and stiff…like； pointing back west；
over _my_ fields； if you please。 〃Have you seen _Baggins？〃_ he asked in aqueer voice； and bent down towards me。 I could not see any face； for his hoodfell down so low； and I felt a sort of shiver down my back。 But I did not seewhy he should e riding over my land so bold。
' 〃Be off！〃 I said。 〃There are no Bagginses here。 You're in the wrongpart of the Shire。 You had better go back west to Hobbiton – but you can go byroad this time。〃
' 〃Baggins has left；〃 he answered in a whisper。 〃He is ing。 He is notfar away。 I wish to find him。 If he passes will you tell me？ I will e backwith gold。〃
' 〃No you won't；〃 I said。 〃You'll go back where you belong； double quick。
I give you one minute before I call all my dogs。〃
'He gave a sort of hiss。 It might have been laughing； and it might not。
Then he spurred his great horse right at me； and I jumped out of the way onlyjust in time。 I called the dogs； but he swung off； and rode through the gateand up the lane towards the causeway like a bolt of thunder。 What do you thinkof that？'
Frodo sat for a moment looking at the fire； but his only thought was howon earth would they reach the Ferry。 'I don't know what to think；' he said atlast。
'Then I'll tell you what to think；' said Maggot。 'You should never havegone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk； Mr。 Frodo。 Folk are queer upthere。' Sam stirred in his chair； and looked at the farmer with an unfriendlyeye。 'But you were always a reckless lad。 When I heard you had left theBrandybucks and gone off to that old Mr。 Bilbo； I said that you were going tofind trouble。 Mark my words； this all es of those strange doings of Mr。
Bilbo's。 His money was got in some strange fashion in foreign parts； they say。
Maybe there is some that want to know what has bee of the gold and jewelsthat he buried in the hill of Hobbiton； as I hear？'
Frodo said nothing： the shrewd guesses of the farmer were ratherdisconcerting。
'Well； Mr。 Frodo；' Maggot went on； 'I'm glad that you've had the sense toe back to Buckland。 My advice is： stay there！ And don't get mixed up withthese outlandish folk。 You'll have friends in these parts。 If any of theseblack fellows e after you again； I'll deal with them。 I'll say you're dead；
or have left the Shire； or anything you like。 And that might be true enough；
for as like as not it is old Mr。 Bilbo they want news of。'
'Maybe you're right；' said Frodo； avoiding the farmer's eye and staringat the fire。
Maggot looked at him thoughtfully。 'Well； I see you have ideas of yourown；' he said。 'It is as plain as my nose that no accident brought you andthat rider here on the same afternoon； and maybe my news was no great news toyou； after all。 I am not asking you to tell me anything you have a mind tokeep to yourself； but I see you are in some kind of trouble。 Perhaps you arethinking it won't be too easy to get to the Ferry without being caught？'
'I was thinking so；' said Frodo。 'But we have got to try and get there；
and it won't be done by sitting and thinking。 So I am afraid we must be going。
Thank you very much indeed for your kindness！ I've been in terror of you andyour dogs for over thirty years； Farmer Maggot； though you may laugh to hearit。 It's a pity： for I've missed a good friend。 And now I'm sorry to leave sosoon。 But I'll e back； perhaps； one day – if I get a chance。'
'You'll be wele when you e；' said Maggot。 'But now I've a notion。
It's near sundown already； and we are going to have our supper； for we mostlygo to bed soon after the Sun。 If you and Mr。 Peregrin and all could stay andhave a bite with us； we would be pleased！'
'And so should we！' said Frodo。 'But we must be going at once； I'mafraid。 Even now it will be dark before we can reach the Ferry。'
'Ah！ but wait a minute！ I was going to say： after a bit of supper； I'llgel out a small waggon； and I'll drive you all to the Ferry。 That will saveyou a good step； and it might also save you trouble of another sort。'
Frodo now accepted the invitation gratefully； to the relief of Pippin andSam。 The sun was already behind the western hills； and the light was failing。
Two of Maggot's sons and his three daughters came in； and a generous supperwas laid on the large table。 The kitchen was lit with candles and the fire wasmended。 Mrs。 Maggot hustled in and out。 One or two other hobbits belonging tothe farm…household came in。 In a short while fourteen sat down to eat。 There
was beer in plenty； and a mighty dish of mushrooms and bacon； besides muchother solid farmhouse fare。 The dogs lay by the fire and gnawed rinds andcracked bones。
When they had finished； the farmer and his sons went out with a lanternand got the waggon ready。 It was dark in the yard； when the guests came out。
They threw their packs on board and climbed in。 The farmer sat in the driving…
seat； and whipped up his two stout ponies。 His wife stood in the light of theopen door。
'You be careful of yourself。 Maggot！' she called。 'Don't go arguing withany foreigners； and e straight back！'
'I will！' said he； and drove out of the gate。 There was now no breath ofwind stirring； the night was still and quiet； and a chill was in the air。 Theywent without lights and took it slowly。 After a mile or two the lane came toan end； crossing a deep dike； and climbing a short slope up on to the high…
banked causeway。
Maggot got down and took a good look either way； north and south； butnothing could be seen in the darkness； and there was not a sound in the stillair。 Thin strands of river…mist were hanging above the dikes； and crawlingover the fields。
'It's going to be thick；' said Maggot； 'but I'll not light my lantern
till I turn for home。 We'll hear anything on the road long before we meet ittonight。'
It was five miles or more from Maggot's lane to the Ferry。 The hobbitswrapped themselves up； but their ears were strained for any sound above thecreak of the wheels and the slow _clop_ of the ponies' hoofs。 The waggonseemed slower than a snail to Frodo。 Beside him Pippin was nodding towardssleep； but Sam was staring forwards into the rising fog。
They reached the entrance to the Ferry lane at last。 It was marked by twotall white posts that suddenly loomed up on their right。 Farmer Maggot drew inhis ponies and the waggon creaked to a halt。 They were just beginning loscramble out； when suddenly they heard what they had all been dreading： hoofson the road ahead。 The sound was ing towards them。
Maggot jumped down and stood holding the ponies' heads； and peeringforward into the gloom。 _Clip…clop； clip…clop_ came the approaching rider。 Thefall of the hoofs sounded loud in the still； foggy air。
'You'd better be hidden； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam anxiously。 'You get down inthe waggon and cover up with blankets； and we'll send this rider to therightabouts！' He climbed out and went to the farmer's side。 Black Riders wouldhave to ride over him to get near the waggon。
_Clop…clop； clop…clop。_ The rider was nearly on them。
'Hallo there！' called Farmer Maggot。 The advancing hoofs stopped short。
They thought they could dimly guess a dark cloaked shape in the mist