If a fellow wanted to bluff he couldn't do it on a ten-cent limit." Hodge had said very little, but he seemed willing and ready to throw off the limit.
The change of limit did not seem to affect Merriwell's luck, for he continued to win.
"I believe you are a wizard!" exclaimed Sam Winslow.

"You seem to read a fellow's cards." Wat Snell growled continually, and the more he growled the more he lost.
"Oh, wait till I catch 'em by-and-by," he said, as he saw Frank rake in a good pot.

"I won't do a thing to you, if I get a good chance!" "If you have the cards, you will win," was the reply.

"They are coming for me now, and I am simply playing 'em." Hodge had lost something, but he said little, being more than satisfied as long as Frank was winning.
Thus the hours passed.
By one o'clock Frank was far ahead of the game, but he still played on, for he knew it would not seem right for him to propose stopping.
Dare, Harris and Winslow were nearly broken, but they still hung on, hoping for a turn in their direction.

Snell had plenty of money, for all that he had been the heaviest loser.
Finally there came a good-sized jackpot, which Dare opened.