A gasp came from the spectators, a convulsive shudder from the suffering wretch himself.
And then his shoulders showed a series of livid ridges of bruised flesh.
"Two."
Down came the lash.
The blood shot forth from the right shoulder, where there was more flesh to encounter the cruel whip.
"Three."
A moan of utter anguish burst from the victim, whose blood streamed down his back.
A sickening, horrible sight to contemplate.
"Four."
"Hah!"