His face paled and his hands shook.
"Whoever heard of such infernal luck as that fellow has!" he grated.
"Held up a pair, and must have fours now!" Frank said not a word.

His face was quiet, and he seemed waiting for Snell to do something.
"If you haven't the money to call him----" began Harris.
"I have," declared Snell; "but what's the use.

A man can't beat fool-luck! Here's my hand, and I'll allow I played it for all it is worth." He threw the cards face upward on the table, and smothered exclamations of astonishment came from the boys.
His hand contained no more than a single pair of four-spots! "Then you do not mean to call me ?" asked Prank.
"Of course not! Think I'm a blooming idiot!" "The pot is mine ?" "Yes." "Well, I will allow I played this hand for all it is worth," said the winner, as he turned his cards over so all could see what they were.
Wat Snell nearly fainted.
Merriwell's hand was made up of a king, eight spot, five spot, and one pair of deuces! It had been a game of bluff, and Frank Merriwell had won..