The half-breed struggled furiously, howled fiercely, and poured imprecations upon the head of the chastiser. But he could not release himself, and the Factor flogged on, until the tough sapling flew to pieces in his hand.
The wives began to chatter and laugh widely, when the fragments were discarded, and Justin imperturbably handed over the second torturing implement. This was a spectacle of delight not presented to the eyes every day.
Dull reverberations echoed out into the still solemnity of the evening. Indeed, the flagellation was continued with such unfailing energy that even Justin gave an exclamation of dismay.
'Surely I you kill the boy.'
'It'll do him good,' panted McAuliffe. 'Goldam! it'll show him I'm going to be boss around here.'
'See! he jump like a frog,' said the half-breed, more interested than merciful.
'He'll jump like a derned locust before I'm through with him. Pass over t'other stick, boy. This one's getting sort of used up.'
Justin obeyed, but wagged his head. 'You kill him. He not jump any more. He lie quiet now.'
It was as he said. Que-dane had ceased struggling and profaning. Now he lay along the ground, limp and motionless.
'He's right enough. Only shamming a bit.' Then he ceased his muscular exercise, and bent over the prostrate figure. 'See, here, Que-dane, are you going around wife stealing again?'