"I've lost too much to knock off now.
I am going to play to-night." "To-night?
Why, it is Saturday night!" "Yes." "If you begin playing, you will not stop before Sunday comes in." "Perhaps not." "You don't mean to say that you are going to play on Sunday ?" "The better the day, the better the deed," mocked Bart.
Frank said no more, but he formed a firm resolution.

He would find a way to save his roommate and break up the card game.

Gage and Snell were welcome to all they had won off him, but he would bring their career to an end.
How was he to do it?
Surely he could not report them, for that would place him beneath a ban among the cadets.
He studied over the problem.
That night, when Hodge arose to slip away, Frank got up also, and began to dress.

Bartley heard him, and was surprised.
"Where are you going, Frank ?" he whispered.
"With you," was the quiet reply.
"But I thought----" Hodge stopped; he would not say what he thought.

But he told himself that he had known all along that Frank could not keep away.
They got out of the academy, and made their way to the old boathouse, where the company was already assembled.
Gage and Snell were there, but neither of them spoke to Frank.
Bart sat into the game immediately, but, to the general surprise, Frank declined.
"I am short, and I don't feel like playing to-night," he said.