Everybody wanted to see, and they packed and jammed the dance-room.

The musicians played on and on, and on and on the two men whirled.

Davis was skilled at the trick, and on the Yukon he had put many a strong man on his back.

But after a few minutes it was clear that he, and not Daylight, was going.
For a while longer they spun around, and then Daylight suddenly stood still, released his partner, and stepped back, reeling himself, and fluttering his hands aimlessly, as if to support himself against the air.

But Davis, a giddy smile of consternation on his face, gave sideways, turned in an attempt to recover balance, and pitched headlong to the floor.