In the early morning they led me out beside the foremast. There were present the petty officer told off to the cat-o'-nine-tails, an officer to the strokes, Dr. Cuthbert, and my guard. This was at the first. Before the punishment had begun, half a hundred of the crew had assembled to witness it, I suppose by varying of curiosity, pity, or for the exhibition of .  
My guard was about to strip off my shirt, when Dr. Cuthbert interposed. "One moment." They stepped back, and he addressed me: "Dr. Robinson, I have never known a man of a finer physique than yours. On the other hand, none can say beforetime what any man can endure unless he has been tested. You may to this punishment."
 
I looked at him a long moment, and for my lady's sake, found power to beg a favor of this most kind enemy.
 
"Dr. Cuthbert," I replied, "may I ask you to remove the rosary from about my neck?" He did so. "Sir, I now request you to guard my treasure. If I survive this shame, restore it to me. If I succumb, I trust you as a gentleman and a brother physician to give the cross into the hands of Señorita Alisanda Vallois, with the simple statement that I died in your care."
 
"Señorita Vallois?—You know her?" he exclaimed.
 
"Yes; but in God's name, doctor, do not tell her of my shame!"
 
"Dr. Cuthbert!" interposed the officer in charge.
 
The doctor stepped away, and my guard and executioner seized me fast. With the of sailors, they removed my handcuffs, stripped me to the waist, and triced me up by the wrists to the foremast.
 
"Ready!" called the officer. "One!"
 
Down came the upon my bare back. But the sting of its was as nothing to the sting of shame which pierced my heart. Death would have been far less bitter than this disgrace!
 
The count went on. Stroke after stroke across my back and shoulders as heavily as my imbruted executioner could strike. Soon the blood began to , then , then stream down. By the fiftieth stroke I should judge that my back was a mass of raw flesh. Yet the count continued, the strokes fell without ceasing, mercilessly.
 
Coming as I did from a people bred to endure the utmost torture of the Indian , I found no difficulty in restraining any outcry under this equally fiendish torture of so-called . But as the little surgeon had said, no man can foresee the limits of endurance. At the seventy-third stroke I swooned. They did not cut me down, but let me hang by the............