Both were able to shift the weight and to bump it, but clear the floor with it they could not.
"By Gar! Daylight, dis tam you mek one beeg meestake," French Louis said, straightening up and stepping down from the chairs.

"Only one damn iron man can do dat.

One hundred pun' more--my frien', not ten poun' more." The sacks were unlashed, but when two sacks were added, Kearns interfered.

"Only one sack more." "Two!" some one cried.

"Two was the bet." "They didn't lift that last sack," Kearns protested.
"They only lifted seven hundred and fifty." But Daylight grandly brushed aside the confusion.
"What's the good of you-all botherin' around that way?
What's one more sack?
If I can't lift three more, I sure can't lift two.