I goes over Jerry that evenin' patiently explorin' for bullet marks, but thar ain't none.
No one's ever creased him; an' I figgers final by way of a s'lootion of his fits that mighty likely Jerry's attended some killin' between hoomans, inadvertent, an' has the teeth of his apprehensions set on aige.
"Jerry is that high an' haughty he won't come up for corn in the mornin' onless I petitions him partic'lar an' calls him by name.

To jest whoop 'Mules!' he holds don't incloode him.

Usual I humours Jerry an' shouts his title speshul, the others bein' called in a bunch.

When Jerry hears his name he walks into camp, delib'rate an' dignified, an' kicks every mule to pieces who tries to shove in ahead.
"Once, feelin' some malignant myse'f, I tries Jerry's patience out.

I don't call 'Jerry,' merely shouts 'Mules' once or twice an' lets it go at that.