I'm on the scales.

I've brought the tallies with me." He looked at the greasy notebook with an air of importance that made his father choke.

"There isn't but three--no--two ninety-four or five quintal more by my reckoning." "Hire a substitute," suggested Cheyne, to see what Harvey would say.
"Can't, sir.

I'm tally-man for the schooner.

Troop says I've a better head for figures than Dan.