"Keep cool," warned Leslie. "Never mind what happens this time. We'll get at him again."
Hans Dunnerwust managed to blunder along and keep in the game by sheer luck, for he did not play the cards for their face value at any time. Still he made enough to keep on his feet and not have to get out of the game.
"Vell!" Hans finally exclaimed, as he tried in vain to win, "uf I don'd do petter as dot, I vill suicide go und gommit bretty soon alretty."
"By the way, Hans," said Frank, "do you know that the fellow who used to have this room committed suicide here?"
"Shimminy Gristmas!" gurgled the Dutch boy. "You don'd say dot!"
"Yes, I do, and the room is said to be haunted by his spook, which cannot rest in its grave."
"Vell, dot vos nice! Oxcuse me while I haf a chill!"
At this moment a hollow groan seemed to come from beneath the chair on which Hans sat, and the Dutch lad gave a jump, getting on his feet quickly, and peering under the chair, his face growing pale, as he chattered:
"Vot vos dot, ain'd id?"
Some of the other boys were not a little alarmed, for all had heard it distinctly.