Into the Primitive From 1-15

Buck lives in a big house in the sun-kisses Santa Clara Valley. The house was approached by graveled spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear, things were on an even more spacious scale than at the front. He ruled over this great domain. He had been born here four years ago, and here all his life.
There is one day, as he hadn’t read the newspapers. He did not know that Manuel, one of the gardener’s helpers, was not to be trusted. The kidnap happened.
No one saw him Manuel and Buck go off through the orchard on what Buck go off through the orchard on what Buck imagines was merely a stroll. Suddenly, there is a solitary man used a rope twisted Buck’s neck under the collar. But to his surprise the rope tightened around his neck, shutting off his breath. His strength decreased, his eyes glazed, and he knew nothing.
The next he knew, he was dimly aware the his tongue was hurting and he was hurting and was being jolted along in some kind of vehicle.