willpower2.txt

"Coming, Mr. Frodo! Coming!" called Sam, and flung himself from the bank, clutching at the departing boat. 
He missed it by a yard. With a cry and a splash he fell face downward into deep swift water. Gurgling he went under, 
and the River closed over his curly head.

An exclamation of dismay came from the empty boat. A paddle swirled and the boat put about. Frodo was just in time to grasp Sam 
by the hair as he came up, bubbling and struggling. Fear was staring in his round brown eyes.

"Up you come, Sam my lad! ' said Frodo. `Now take my hand!"
 ...
 
"Safely!" said Sam. "All alone and without me to help you? I couldn't have a borne it, it'd have been the death of me."
"It would be the death of you to come with me, Sam," said Frodo "and I could not have borne that."
"Not as certain as being left behind," said Sam.
"But I am going to Mordor."
"I know that well enough, Mr. Frodo. Of course you are. And I'm coming with you."

- Fellowship of the Ring, The Breaking of the Fellowship