Pippin: "What is going on?"
Merry: "That Black Rider was looking for something...
... or someone!
Sam: "Get down!"
Frodo: "I have to leave the Shire.
Sam and I must get to Bree!"
They turned down the Ferry lane, which was straight and well-kept
and edged with large white-washed stones.
In a hundred yards or so it brought them to the river-bank,
where there was a broad wooden landing-stage.
A large flat ferry-boat was moored beside it...
The white bollards near the water's edge glimmered in the light
of two lights on high posts.
Behind them the mists in the flat fields were now above the hedges;
but the water before them was dark,
with only a few curling wisps like steam among the reeds by the bank.
There seemed to be less fog on the further side.
(from: The Fellowship of the Ring
, page 138)
Merry: "Get the rope, Sam!"
Pippin: "Run Frodo! Come on!"
Frodo: "How far to the nearest crossing?"
Merry: "The Brandywine Bridge. Twenty miles!"