We've pitched camp, an' I've hobbled
this Jerry mule an' his mate--the other wheeler--an' throwed 'em
loose, an' is busy hobblin' my nigh-swing mule, when trouble begins
fomentin' between my tenderfoot an' Jerry.
"The fact is it's done fomented. This Colonel, bein' some heated
about that whiskey, an' plumb sore on Jerry on account of them
teeth, allows to himse'f he'll take a trace-chain an' warp Jerry
once for luck.
"If this yere tenderfoot had been free with me, an' invited me into
his confidence touchin' his designs, I'd took a lariat an' roped an'
throwed Jerry for him, an' tied the felon down, an' let the Colonel
wallop him an hour or so: but the Colonel's full of variety that a-
way, or mebby he thinks I'll side with Jerry. Anyhow, he selects a
trace-chain, an', without sayin' a word, dances all cautious towards
his prey. Which this is relaxation for Jerry.
[drawing of Jerry kicking the Colonel with caption: "That he'pless
shorthorn stops both heels.]
"While that Colonel tenderfoot is a rod away, Jerry turns his tail
some sudden in his direction, an' the next instant that he'pless
shorthorn stops both heels some'ers about the second button of his
shirt.
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