CHAPTER VIII.
Tom and Jerry; Wheelers.
"Obstinacy or love, that a-way, when folks pushes 'em to excess, is shore bad medicine.

Which I'd be aheap loath to count the numbers them two attribootes harries to the tomb.

Why, son, it's them sentiments that kills off my two wheel mules, Tom an' Jerry." The Old Cattleman appeared to be on the verge of abstract discussion.

As a metaphysician, he was not to be borne with.

There was one method of escape; I interfered to coax the currents of his volubility into other and what were to me, more interesting channels.
"Tell me of the trail; or a story about animals," I urged.