It seemed a simple enough matter to guide the team across the ploughed furrows, and Kalman, as he observed, grew ambitious.
"Let me drive," he said at length.
"Hoot! toot! boy, you would be letting them run away with you." "Aw, cut it out!" said Kalman scornfully.
"What are you saying?
Cut what ?" "Oh, give us a rest!" "A rest, iss it?
You will be getting tired early.

And who is keeping you from a rest ?" said Mackenzie, whose knowledge of contemporary slang was decidedly meagre.
"Let me drive once," pleaded the boy.
"Well, try it, and I will walk along side of you," said Mackenzie, with apparent reluctance.
The attempt was eminently successful, but Kalman was quick both with hands and head.

After the second round Mackenzie allowed the boy to go alone, remaining in the shade and calling out directions across the field.

The result was to both a matter of unmixed delight.

With Kalman there was the gratification of the boy's passion for the handling of horses, and as for Mackenzie, while on the trail or on the river, he was indefatigable, in the field he had the Indian hatred of steady work.