Part 39 (1/2)
”Go on!” ordered Schubert ”Beat hiest of the tas split at the nether end into four fingers The shortest wasfroripped it to half an inch thick at the tip They stood one each side of their victiht the whips down on his naked skin alternately
”Slowly!” ordered Schubert ”Slowly, and with all your strength! The brute doesn't feel it when you beat so fast! Let hi! So--so is better!”
Not every blo blood, for a native's skin is thick and tough, especially where he sits But the blows that fell on the back and thighs all cut the skin, and within two minutes the native's back was a bloodyon the floor, and splashes of blood on the ashed wall cast by the whips as they ascended
I ave no order and the askaris did not dare stop without one The victirew less Even Brown sobered up for a tiht of it He carumbled ”Up in our country twenty-five lashes is the masshi+mum, an' only to be laid on in the presence of a massishtrate You beat a black man an' they'll fine you first offense, jail you second offense, an' third offense God knohat they'll do!
Poor ole Brown o' Lumbwa! They fined et quite drunk an' be blowed to it!”
He staggered back to his chair by the farther wall, leering at Schubert as he passed
”You're no gentleressively ”You're no better 'n a black ht-to-be-on-floor 'stead o' him!
Dunno-how-behave-yourself! Take your coat off, an' coave the order to stop at last The askaris stood aside, panting from the effort
”Get up!” ordered Schubert
The led to his feet and stood li blood and his face draith torture
”Don't you kno to behave!” demanded Schubert
The native made no answer
”If you don't salute properly I'll order you thron and thrashed again!”
The native saluted in a sort of imitation of the German military manner
”Noill you lie in wait for the bwana ain?”
”No”
”Will you go back home?”
”Yes”
”You've learned a lesson, eh?”
”Yes
”Then say thank you!”
”Thank you!”