Chapter Seven

INDIANS!

Sam woke up at probably about 1:00 A.M to the sound of horses galloping. He tiptoed to the window and saw a band of men riding towards town.

Sam had heard stories of Indians, so naturally, his first thought was, "INDIANS!"

Frodo was at the saloon, town was twenty miles away, and Frodo went every Monday and stayed all night after the farm work had been done. The Indians were galloping towards town; he had to warn Frodo before they got there. He threw his clothes on, rushed out to the barn and mounted his horse. Spurring on Galadriel (his horse), he took the shortest way to town, twenty miles. The Indians had twenty-two miles, but they had a head start.

Reaching the saloon, Sam tied his horse to a post and rushed in. "Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo! There's Indians headin' this way!"

Everyone in the saloon roared with laughter.

"I'm serious, Mr. Frodo. Come on!"

Frodo giggled. "I've always wanted to hiccup see Indians. Hiccup. Oh, he's a jolly good HICCUP!"

Sam groaned. No one was sober, and Indians were coming, and he had to get Frodo back to the house. So, walking over to him, he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. He walked outside, helped Frodo onto the horse, jumped up behind him, and rode off.