Put 'em in." He stood upon the chairs, squatted, and bent his shoulders down till his hands closed on the rope.

He shifted his feet slightly, tautened his muscles with a tentative pull, then relaxed again, questing for a perfect adjustment of all the levers of his body.
French Louis, looking on sceptically, cried out, "Pool lak hell, Daylight! Pool lak hell!" Daylight's muscles tautened a second time, and this time in earnest, until steadily all the energy of his splendid body was applied, and quite imperceptibly, without jerk or strain, the bulky nine hundred pounds rose from the door and swung back and forth, pendulum like, between his legs.
Olaf Henderson sighed a vast audible sigh.

The Virgin, who had tensed unconsciously till her muscles hurt her, relaxed.

While French Louis murmured reverently:-- "M'sieu Daylight, salut! Ay am one beeg baby.

You are one beeg man." Daylight dropped his burden, leaped to the floor, and headed for the bar.
"Weigh in!" he cried, tossing his sack to the weigher, who transferred to it four hundred dollars from the sacks of the two losers.
"Surge up, everybody!" Daylight went on.