CHAPTER IV.
A GAME OF BLUFF.
"That's the talk, old man!" exclaimed Harvey Dare, with satisfaction.
"Now you are beginning to appear natural." The other boys were only too glad to get Frank into the game, and room was quickly made for him, while he was given a hand.
The moment he decided to play, he seemed to throw off the air of restraint that had been about him since he discovered the kind of company Bart Hodge had brought him into.

He became his free-and-easy, jolly self, soon cracking a joke or two that set the boys laughing, and beginning by taking the very first pot on the table after entering the game.
"That's bad luck," he said, with a laugh.

"The fellow who wins at the start usually loses at the finish, so I may as well consider my fortune yours.

Some of you will become enormously wealthy in about fifteen minutes, for I won't last longer than that if my luck turns." He soon betrayed that he was familiar with the game, and luck ran to him in a way that made the other boys look tired.

He seemed able to draw anything he wanted.
"Say!" gasped Sam Winslow, in admiration; "I shouldn't think you'd want to play poker--oh, no! If I had your luck, I'd play poker as a profession.