You know there's no interest in poker unless there's some risk." The strange look grew on Frank Merriwell's face.

He seemed in doubt, as if hesitating over something.
"I--I think I will go back to the room," he said.
"What's that ?" exclaimed several, in amazement.

"Why, you have just got here." "But I am not feeling--exactly right.

What I have eaten may give me a headache, and I have a hard day before me to-morrow." "Oh, but we can't let you go now, old man," said Harris, decidedly.
"You must stop a while.

If your head begins to ache and gets real bad, of course you can go, but I don't see how you can get out now." Frank did not see either.