The old English fighting spirit was roused, whose tradition it was to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat and despair.
Four weeks passed before Kalman saw him again.

Those four weeks he spent in toil from early dawn till late at night at the oats and the potatoes, working to the limit of their endurance Mackenzie and the small force of Galicians he could secure, for the mine and the railroad offered greater attractions.

At length the level black fields lay waiting the wooing of the sun and rain and genial air.
Then Kalman rode down for a day at Wakota, for heart and body were exhausted of their vital forces.

He wanted rest, but he wanted more the touch of a friend's hand.
At Wakota, the first sight that caught his eye was French's horse tethered on the grassy sward before Brown's house, and as he rode up, from within there came to his ear the sound of unusual and hilarious revelry.
"Hello there!" yelled Kalman, still sitting his horse.

"What's happened to you all ?" The cry brought them all out,--Brown and his wife, French and Irma, with Paulina in the background.