There could be no doubt but that some of the strokes administered would leave blue weals, though Zekle did not get many.  Four or five fell upon his back and sides, however, before he got out of the door; and he was just turning to shake his fist and vow vengeance when a tremendous lash curled round him, inflicting so much pain that he uttered a loud yell and ran as hard as he could to a safe distance, where he turned once to shout, "Yah, coward!" and then disappeared.