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. He
opened his eyes, and into them came the unbridled anger of a kidnapped king.
The man sprang for his throat, but Buck was too quick for him. His jaws closed
on the hand, nor did they relax till his senses were choked out of him once
more.
"Yep, has fits," the man said, hiding his mangled hand from the baggageman,
who had been attracted by the sounds of struggle. "I'm takin' 'm up for
the boss to 'Frisco. A crack dog-doctor there thinks that he can cure 'm."
Concerning that night's ride, the man spoke most eloquently for himself, in
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