"Then raise the limit to a quarter," said Frank. "I am willing to give you fellows a show to get back your money."
But they did not fancy having the limit a quarter, and quite a long argument ensued, which resulted in the game being resumed as a no-limit affair.
"There!" breathed Wat Snell, "this is something like it. Now I can do something. If a fellow wanted to bluff he couldn't do it on a ten-cent limit."
Hodge had said very little, but he seemed willing and ready to throw off the limit.
The change of limit did not seem to affect Merriwell's luck, for he continued to win.
"I believe you are a wizard!" exclaimed Sam Winslow. "You seem to read a fellow's cards."
Wat Snell growled continually, and the more he growled the more he lost.
"Oh, wait till I catch 'em by-and-by," he said, as he saw Frank rake in a good pot. "I won't do a thing to you, if I get a good chance!"
"If you have the cards, you will win," was the reply. "They are coming for me now, and I am simply playing 'em."
Hodge had lost something, but he said little, being more than satisfied as long as Frank was winning.