due to go out that night.

The box now rested so that they were standing up.

It was such a painful attitude in those cramped quarters that they were in
misery, for they were face to face, with their bodies bent over on account
of the box being too short for the length of their bodies.

Both had made the most desperate efforts to get rid of their bonds and
gags, but found it impossible to do so.

Some hours later they felt the train get in motion and knew they were on
their way to Buffalo.

The time dragged very slowly.

Hour after hour passed by and the night passed and another day came.

Hunger and thirst were now added to the miseries they already endured and
the strain they were under brought them to the verge of fainting.

Toward noontime the train paused at a way station to take on some freight
and the box in which the detectives were packed was thrown over to make
room for it.

As it struck the floor, Old King Brady struck his face forcibly against the
side of the box and made his nose bleed.

He gave a deep groan and one of the freight handlers heard it.