I will give you a free hand.
Mackenzie and I will back you up; only don't ask too much of us.
There will be hundreds of teams at work here next year." "One hundred teams!" exclaimed Kalman.

"How much oats do you think they will need?
One thousand bushels ?" "One thousand! yes, ten thousand, twenty thousand." Kalman made a rapid calculation.
"Why, that would mean three hundred acres of oats at least, and we have only twenty acres in our field.

Oh! Jack!" he continued, "let us get every horse and every man we can, and make ready for the oats.
Just think! one hundred acres of oats, five or six thousand bushels, perhaps more, besides the potatoes." "Oh, well, they won't be along to-day, Kalman, so keep cool." "But we will have to break this year for next," said the boy, "and it will take us a long time to break one hundred acres." "That's so," said Jack; "it will take all our forces hard at it all summer to get one hundred acres ready." Eagerly the boy's mind sprang forward into plans for the summer's campaign.

His enthusiasm stirred French to something like vigorous action, and even waked old Mackenzie out of his aboriginal lethargy.
That very day Kalman rode down to Wakota to consult his friend Brown, upon whose guidance in all matters he had come more and more to depend.
Brown's Canadian training on an Ontario farm before he entered college had greatly enriched his experience, and his equipment for the battle of life.

He knew all about farming operations, and to him, rather than to French or to Mackenzie, Kalman had come to look for advice on all practical details connected with cattle, horses, and crops.