"Eight cents," he said to the Indian.

Whereupon the Indians laughed scornfully and chorused, "Forty cents!" A pained expression came into his face, and he looked about him anxiously.

The sympathetic light in Frona's eyes caught him, and he regarded her with intent blankness.

In reality he was busy reducing a three-ton outfit to terms of cash at forty dollars per hundred-weight.

"Twenty-four hundred dollars for thirty miles!" he cried.