Then the rope tightened mercilessly, while Buck struggled in a fury, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his great chest panting futilely.

Never in all his life had he been so vilely treated, and never in all his life had he been so angry.

But his strength ebbed, his eyes glazed, and he knew nothing when the train was flagged and the two men threw him into the baggage car.
The next he knew, he was dimly aware that his tongue was hurting and that he was being jolted along in some kind of a conveyance.

The hoarse shriek of a locomotive whistling a crossing told him where he was.

He had travelled too often with the Judge not to know the sensation of riding in a baggage car.