CHAPTER V.
FRANK'S REVELATION.
"Great Caesar!" gasped Harvey Dare.

"Will you look at that! That is what I call nerve for you! That is playing, my boys!" Wat Snell rose slowly to his feet, his face very white.
"It's robbery!" came hoarsely from his lips.
"Steady, Snell!" warned Harvey Dare.

"You were beaten at your own game--that's all." Snell knew this, but it simply served to make his rage and chagrin all the deeper.
"I am not a professional card player," he said, bitterly, "and I am no match for a professional." He was more deeply cut by the manner in which he had been beaten than by the loss of his money.
"Nor am I a professional," came quietly from Frank Merriwell's lips, as he quickly sorted from the pot the money he had placed therein.

"I simply sized you up as on the bluff, and I was right.

I don't want your money, Snell; take it.