Frank's cards lay face downward on the table, and every one was wondering what he could have found to go up against Snell's pat hand. He was wonderfully calm, as he turned to Bart, and asked:
"Will you loan me something?"
"Every cent I have," was the instant reply, as Hodge took out a roll of bills and threw it on the table. "Use what you want."
There were thirty-five dollars in the roll. Frank counted it over carefully, and then put it all into the pot, raising Snell twenty-five dollars!
When he saw this, Snell's nerve suddenly left him. His face paled and his hands shook.
"Whoever heard of such infernal luck as that fellow has!" he grated. "Held up a pair, and must have fours now!"
Frank said not a word. His face was quiet, and he seemed waiting for Snell to do something.
"If you haven't the money to call him——" began Harris.
"I have," declared Snell; "but what's the use. A man can't beat fool-luck! Here's my hand, and I'll allow I played it for all it is worth."
He threw the cards face upward on the table, and smothered exclamations of astonishment came from the boys.