At the sixth wallop Tom can't b'ar no more, but with tears an' protests comes an' stands over Jerry an' puts it up he'll take the rest himse'f.

This evidence of brotherly love stands me off, an' for Tom's sake I desists an' throws Jerry loose.

That old scoundrel--while I sees he's onforgivin' an' a-harbourin' of hatreds ag'in me--don't forget the trace-chain an' comports himse'f like a law-abidin' mule for months.

He even quits bitin' an' kickin' Tom, an' that lovin' beast seems like he's goin' to break his heart over it, 'cause he looks on it as a sign that Jerry's gettin' cold.
"But thar comes a day when I loses both Tom an' Jerry.

It's about second drink time one August mornin' an' me an' my eight mules goes scamperin' through a little Mexican plaza called Tramperos on our way to the Canadian.