True, he hated the water, and it was mainly a water journey; but he was not afraid of it.
He was afraid of nothing.

Further, he would fight for her at the drop of the hat.

As for pay, when they got to Dawson, a good word from her to Jacob Welse, and a year's outfit would be his.

No, no; no grub-stake about it, no strings on him! He would pay for the outfit later on when his sack was dusted.

What did she think about it, anyway?
And Frona did think about it, for ere she had finished breakfast he was out hustling the packers together.
She found herself making better speed than the majority of her fellows, who were heavily laden and had to rest their packs every few hundred yards.