Bloodgood looked at his hand and cursed under his breath. It was just good enough to make him feel that he ought to make another raise, but he began to think there were other good hands out, and it was not possible to tell where continued raising would land him, so he "made good."
With nothing but a pair of deuces in his hand, Montfort "cracked her up" again for a good round sum.
The hair on the head of Mr. Slush seemed to stand. He swallowed and looked pale. Then he "made good."
Hazleton had his turn again, and he improved it. For the next few minutes, Montfort and Hazleton had a merry time raising, but neither Slush nor Bloodgood threw up.
"This is where they are sinking the knife in the suckers!" muttered Jack Diamond.
Frank Merriwell said not a word. His eyes were watching every move.
At last the betting stopped, and Slush picked up the pack to give out the cards.
Hazleton called for two. He received them, and remained imperturbable.
He had caught nothing with his three nines.
Bloodgood had tumbled to the fact that he was "up against" threes, and he had discarded his pair of low cards, holding only the two aces. To these he drew a seven and two more aces!