The corporal faced about, and raised his weapon, standing on tiptoe to get more swing.

Sachse flinched at the sound of the whip going up, and the other sergeants roared delight.
But he was still when it descended, and the crack of the blow drew neither murmur nor movement from him either.

Like the feldwebel, he had his sleeve between his teeth.
"Two!" said the referee, and the black whip rose again.

It descended with a crack and a splash on the very spot whence the blood flowed, this time cutting the pants open, but Schubert took no more notice of it than if a fly had settled on him.

There was a chorus of applause.
"Two!" said the referee.