136 DEEP FURROWS 



" They don't say what they want me for ; but I guess 

 I'm wanted or they wouldn't send a telegram Haw! 

 Back you!" And like Cincinnatus at the call of the 

 State in the " brave days of old," McKenzie unhitched 

 the horses and leaving the plow where it stood, made 

 for the house, packed his grip and caught the next 

 train for Winnipeg. 



John Kennedy met him at the station. 



"What's wrong?" demanded the Secretary of the 

 Manitoba Grain Growers' Association at once. " I 

 came right along as soon as I got your wire, Kennedy. 

 What's up now?" 



" The editor of the Grain Growers' Guide. Partridge 

 wants you to take his place." 



" ME ? Why, I never edited anything in my life !" 

 cried McKenzie, standing stock still on the platform. 



" Pshaw ! Come along," laughed Kennedy reassur- 

 ingly. " You'll be alright. It ain't hard to do." 



