They took off Buck's rope and pushed him into a wooden box. He spent the night in the
box in the back room of the bar. His neck still ac hed with pain from the rope, and he could
not understand what it all meant. What did they want with him, these strange men? And
where was Mr Miller?
'That makes a hundred and fifty. It's a good price for a dog like him. Here, help me to get
him into this.'