But the West Indian did not touch the floor.

Henry caught him by the neck and waist, and, with a great heave, lifted him high above his head.

He held him there a moment, and then said gravely to Monsieur Francois Eugene Gilibert: "Shall I cast him through yonder window, or put him back in the chair in which he was sitting before he came to us uninvited ?" Monsieur Gilibert looked longingly at the window--he was a man of strength and dexterity himself--and he admired great strength and great dexterity in others--but motives of prudence and humanity prevailed.
"Put him back in his chair," he said.
Henry walked all the way across the room and gently put the half-stunned man in a sitting position in his chair.

A roar of applause shook the room at this remarkable performance, and Monsieur Gilibert was not the slackest among those who cheered.

Never before had the Inn of Henri Quatre witnessed such an extraordinary feat of strength.