Little Warhorse 
monds saw Irish Mickey—by chance. A cigar 
was all that visibly passed, but it had a green 
wrapper that was slipped off before lighting. 
Then a word: “If you wuz slipper to-morrow 
and it so came about that Dignam’s Minkie gets 
done, wall,—it means another cigar.” 
“ Faix, an’ if I wuz slipper I could load the 
dice so Minkie would niver score a p’int, but her 
runnin’ mate would have the same bad luck.” 
“That soP?’? The diamond man looked in- 
terested. “All right—fix it so; it means two 
cigars.” 
Slipper Slyman had always dealt on the 
square, had scorned many approaches—that 
was well known. Most believed in him, but 
there were some malcontents, and when a man 
with many gold seals approached the Steward 
and formulated charges, serious and well- 
backed, they must perforce suspend the slipper 
pending an inquiry, and thus Mickey Doo 
reigned in his stead. 
Mickey was poor and not over-scrupulous. 
Here was a chance to make a year’s pay in a 
minute, nothing wrong about it, no harm to the 
Dog or the Rabbit either. 
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