Then the truck drove away.
The detectives laid in the freight building for some time, and the interior of the box became hot and stifling.
Fortunately the box stood as they were lying on their sides.
About noontime their troubles began again, for the freight handlers got hold of the box to send it over the river to Jersey with other freight. The detectives were tumbled and slammed about roughly, at one moment resting on their heads, at another on their faces, then they were picked up by a hand-truck and banged upon their backs on the boat. For a while they had a rest.
No one heard the groans of pain they uttered as they were bumped, bruised and cut, and they were carried over the river.
Here the rough handling began again until they were laden on a freight car 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.