An Indian threw his pack upon the scales, the white owner jotted down the weight in a note-book, and another pack was thrown on.

Each pack was in the straps, ready for the packer's back and the precarious journey over the Chilcoot.

Frona edged in closer.

She was interested in freights.

She remembered in her day when the solitary prospector or trader had his outfit packed over for six cents,--one hundred and twenty dollars a ton.
The tenderfoot who was weighing up consulted his guide-book.