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"
How
much
did
the
other
mug
get
?
"
the
saloon-keeper
demanded
.
"
A
hundred
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
Would
n't
take
a
sou
less
,
so
help
me
.
"
"
That
makes
a
hundred
and
fifty
,
"
the
saloon-keeper
calculated
;
"
and
he
's
worth
it
,
or
I
'm
a
squarehead
.
"
The
kidnapper
undid
the
bloody
wrappings
and
looked
at
his
lacerated
hand
.
"
If
I
do
n't
get
the
hydrophoby
--
"
"
It
'll
be
because
you
was
born
to
hang
,
"
laughed
the
saloon-keeper
.
"
Here
,
lend
me
a
hand
before
you
pull
your
freight
,
"
he
added
.
Dazed
,
suffering
intolerable
pain
from
throat
and
tongue
,
with
the
life
half
throttled
out
of
him
,
Buck
attempted
to
face
his
tormentors
.
But
he
was
thrown
down
and
choked
repeatedly
,
till
they
succeeded
in
filing
the
heavy
brass
collar
from
off
his
neck
.
Then
the
rope
was
removed
,
and
he
was
flung
into
a
cagelike
crate
.
There
he
lay
for
the
remainder
of
the
weary
night
,
nursing
his
wrath
and
wounded
pride
.
He
could
not
understand
what
it
all
meant
.
What
did
they
want
with
him
,
these
strange
men
?
Why
were
they
keeping
him
pent
up
in
this
narrow
crate
?
He
did
not
know
why
,
but
he
felt
oppressed
by
the
vague
sense
of
impending
calamity
.
Several
times
during
the
night
he
sprang
to
his
feet
when
the
shed
door
rattled
open
,
expecting
to
see
the
Judge
,
or
the
boys
at
least
.
But
each
time
it
was
the
bulging
face
of
the
saloon-keeper
that
peered
in
at
him
by
the
sickly
light
of
a
tallow
candle
.
And
each
time
the
joyful
bark
that
trembled
in
Buck
's
throat
was
twisted
into
a
savage
growl
.
But
the
saloon-keeper
let
him
alone
,
and
in
the
morning
four
men
entered
and
picked
up
the
crate
.
More
tormentors
,
Buck
decided
,
for
they
were
evil-looking
creatures
,
ragged
and
unkempt
;
and
he
stormed
and
raged
at
them
through
the
bars
.
They
only
laughed
and
poked
sticks
at
him
,
which
he
promptly
assailed
with
his
teeth
till
he
realized
that
that
was
what
they
wanted
.
Whereupon
he
lay
down
sullenly
and
allowed
the
crate
to
be
lifted
into
a
wagon
.
Then
he
,
and
the
crate
in
which
he
was
imprisoned
,
began
a
passage
through
many
hands
.
Clerks
in
the
express
office
took
charge
of
him
;
he
was
carted
about
in
another
wagon
;
a
truck
carried
him
,
with
an
assortment
of
boxes
and
parcels
,
upon
a
ferry
steamer
;
he
was
trucked
off
the
steamer
into
a
great
railway
depot
,
and
finally
he
was
deposited
in
an
express
car
.
For
two
days
and
nights
this
express
car
was
dragged
along
at
the
tail
of
shrieking
locomotives
;
and
for
two
days
and
nights
Buck
neither
ate
nor
drank
.
In
his
anger
he
had
met
the
first
advances
of
the
express
messengers
with
growls
,
and
they
had
retaliated
by
teasing
him
.
When
he
flung
himself
against
the
bars
,
quivering
and
frothing
,
they
laughed
at
him
and
taunted
him
.
They
growled
and
barked
like
detestable
dogs
,
mewed
,
and
flapped
their
arms
and
crowed
.
It
was
all
very
silly
,
he
knew
;
but
therefore
the
more
outrage
to
his
dignity
,
and
his
anger
waxed
and
waxed
.
He
did
not
mind
the
hunger
so
much
,
but
the
lack
of
water
caused
him
severe
suffering
and
fanned
his
wrath
to
fever-pitch
.
For
that
matter
,
high-strung
and
finely
sensitive
,
the
ill
treatment
had
flung
him
into
a
fever
,
which
was
fed
by
the
inflammation
of
his
parched
and
swollen
throat
and
tongue
.
