But as the heart of man is still untamed by the sweet influences of nature, so, on the afternoon in question, a scene was being enacted on the green before the Inn, as foul as the surrounding picture was fair, as though heaven and hell, God’s love and tenderness to man, and man’s brutality and cruelty to his fellows, were here met side by side. In the centre of the green stood a tall whipping-post, and tied to this was a small boy of some nine years of age. His back was bare, his eyes were wide with fear, and his teeth were resolutely clenched to repress the sobs which ever and anon forced their way through his lips. Over the boy, whip in hand, stood a man dressed in the uniform of a corporal of the 2d Tangiers Regiment, a stout, purple-faced fellow, with scrubby black hair and beard, near-set cunning eyes, a cruel mouth, and over all an air of supreme importance and self-satisfaction. This was Corporal Crutch, a man whose life was alternately glorified by his own assurance of his remarkable ability and embittered by the world’s blindness towards the same. Some half dozen troopers stood around watching the scene, and on the edge of the group were three or four sobbing women and a crowd of wide-eyed, terrified children. "Now, my lad," cried the corporal, with a gleeful chuckle, "let us have no more of this obstinacy. Nay, an thou wilt not speak, I warrant me a taste of this whip will help me to the finding of thy tongue, and doubtless of thy father into the bargain. An thou beest a wise lad thou’lt speak now, once my arm gets to work on thee ’twill not be so ready to stop, maybe." Some of the troopers laughed, and the women’s sobs increased, but the boy remained resolutely silent. "So thou wilt have it then," cried the corporal; and the whip descended with a sickening swish on to the boy’s bare back. Once! Twice! Thrice! The boy shuddered and sobbed, but no word came from his lips, and the corporal, angered by this unexpected determination on the part of his victim, doubled the weight of his blows. Suddenly a shout interrupted the proceedings and a loud, clear voice rang out imperiously: "Hold, fellow! What art thou doing to the child? Loose him instantly." The crowd round the corporal fell back hurriedly, and he himself paused and slowly turned his head in the direction whence the voice came.