"Quite a jag you got there," observed the man in the road.
Blink was entirely sober. "Jag" referred to the enormity of the load of freight.
"Little matter o' sixty thousand, altogether. I wasn't aimin' to let 'em blow right here, though, I pardner. Was there any particular reason ye had for stoppin' me?"
"Well, maybe there was, stranger. How many teams ye got pullin'."
Blink counted rapidly. "Four tens and two eights," he made reply.
"Uh-huh—but I mean how many span, pardner?"
Once more Blink struggled with arithmetic. "That'd make twenty-eight pair, wouldn't it?"
"Just about—just about, pardner. And two times twenty-eight is fifty-six, ain't it?"
Blink Keddie promptly agreed.
"Agreed, eh? Then I'll ask ye kindly for fifty-six dollars, stranger."