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Slush was winning. This seemed to surprise and puzzle both the Englishman and the Frenchman. It was hard work to draw the little man in when Hazleton or Montfort dealt. On his own deal or that of Bloodgood, he seemed ready for anything. "By Jove!" whispered Frank, in Diamond's ear. "That man is not such a fool as I thought!
All that he had went into the pot, and still he would not call. He offered his I.O.U.'s, but Mr. Slush declined to agree. "Money or its equivalent," said the little man, with such decisiveness that all were astonished. "I haven't any money," protested Bloodgood. "Then you are out," said Slush. "It's robbery!" cried Bloodgood. "Why, you can't kick; you haven't even called once."
So were the Frenchman, the Englishman, and Bloodgood. No money was in sight, but it was plain enough from the manner in which the game was played that the chips each man held had been purchased for genuine money, and the game was one for "blood." M. Montfort looked up for a moment as Frank stopped to watch the game. Their eyes met.
With this, at the same time, the oddity of that particular consequence was vivid to him; the glare of his curiosity fairly lasting while he remembered how he had once noted the very opposite turn of the experiment for Phil Bloodgood.
Bloodgood and Slush proved good food for conversation, but the boys tired of that after a while. Diamond went out by himself, and Frank went to Tutor Maybe's room, where he spent the time till the gong sounded for supper. "Come, Harry," said Frank, appearing in the stateroom, "aren't you ready for supper?" Rattleton gave a groan. "Don't talk to me about eating!" he exclaimed.
I can't stand him for a cent!" "Better turn him over to me," murmured Bruce, dozily. "I'll sit on him." "And he'll think he's under an elephant," laughed Merry. "Bruce cooked M. Montfort, and I reckon he'd have less trouble to cook Mr. Bloodgood." At this moment there was a hesitating, uncertain knock on the door. "Another visitor, I wonder?" muttered Frank.
A few minutes after entering the room Frank heard one of the spectators whisper to another that Bloodgood was "bulling the game," and had lost heavily. Bloodgood was drinking deeply. Mr. Slush seemed to be indulging rather freely. The Frenchman sipped a little wine now and then, and the Englishman drank at regular intervals. The Frenchman was perfectly cool. The Englishman was phlegmatic.
"I haven't seen much of this young fellow Bloodgood, but he strikes me as a mystery." "Why?" "Well he seems to have money to burn, and I don't understand why such a fellow did not take passage on a regular liner."
"It is useless for you to resist, for you are on shipboard, and you cannot escape." Bloodgood uttered a fierce curse, "Who in the fiend's name are you?" he snarled, turning pale. And "Mr. Slush" answered: "Dan Badger, of the New York detective force! Permit me to present you with a pair of handsome bracelets, Mr. Hammersley." Click the trapped diamond thief was ironed!
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.
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