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Updated: June 4, 2025
Dick had allus been white to me an' back in the old days he was the squarest feller on earth so I felt mightly relieved when I caught Piker in the center of the forehead with a full left swing. It was a blow 'at nobody didn't have no grounds to complain of. The chair flew over backwards, Piker's feet made a lovely circle, an' his head tried to insinuate itself into the mopboard.
"I wasn't there at the time," sez Piker in an irritatin' voice, "but I know that it was because he spoke about it bein' a little peculiar that you held such wonderful good hands on your own deal." Dick didn't make no reply, but he slipped his hand inside his shirt, an' I knew he had his gun there.
"You press the analogy a long way, but in a sense every successful revolutionist was in the beginning a criminal as every rebel is and perforce must be," he replied. "So," said Tutt, "if you're a big enough criminal you cease to be a criminal at all. If you're going to be a crook, don't be a piker it's too risky. Grab everything in sight. Exterminate a whole nation, if possible.
"Well, never mind just when it happened," I said. "Tell me about it." "All right," said Blister. "Like I've just said it happens one winter at New Awlins, the year after I starts conditionin' hosses. "Things break bad fur me that winter. Whenever a piker can't win a bet he comes 'round, slaps me on the wrist, 'n' separates me from some of my kale.
The photograph was taken in California, shortly after the attack described. The appellation "Piker," much used in the West in early days, synonymous of "Missourian," had its origin on these plains. At first it was applied to a particular type of Missourian, but later came to be used generally. There was among the emigrants a considerable number of persons from Pike County, Missouri.
"I says to myself the other day: 'I bet a cookie he'd like to be carefree and happy like me!" Homer was a piker, even when he made bets with himself. And the short of it was I sent a man that didn't hate children over to Bert's and kept Homer on the place here.
We don't defend Mr. Short's ethics, we simply state them. The 'Piker' said quietly "Anything to say, young feller?" Smoky Jack made a gallant attempt to bluff a man who had played his first game of poker before Smoky was born. "Yer dead right. It is a relic of a big buck I killed with that ther gun las' week. Flopped into a mare's nest, you hev!"
He paused a second, an' then sez clear an' distinct, "This ain't exactly the way 'at Silver Dick used to play the game when he made a business of it." Piker leaned back an' stared at Dick in a sneerin' sort of way; while me an' the ol' man stared at him with our eyes poppin' out. Silver Dick, Silver Dick: every one in the West had heard of Silver Dick.
Now, you listen to your uncle. My medicine's good. When I get a hunch it's sure right. An' we're in wrong on this stampede. Let's turn back an' hit the sleep." "You'd better save your breath if you intend to keep up," Smoke retorted gruffly. "Huh! My legs is short, but I slog along slack at the knees an' don't worry my muscles none, an' I can sure walk every piker here off the ice."
One day last week I was beating the ballast up Broadway when Pete, the Piker, declared himself in and began to chatter about cinches at the track. "Get the saw, Pete, and cut it," I said; "it's many a long day since I've been a Patsy for the ponies.
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