Then they became aware that something was taking place in the
adjoining room, and it was not long before they made out that it was a
game of poker.
As they became quiet, they could hear the murmur of voices, and,
occasionally, some person would speak distinctly, "seeing," "raising" or
"calling."
Diamond began to get nervous.
"Say," he observed, "that makes me think of old times. Many a night
I've spent at that."
"What's the matter with you?" said Frank. "Do you want to go in there
and take a hand?"
"Well," Jack confessed, "I do feel an itching."
"I feel like getting some sleep," grunted Bruce, "and they are keeping
me awake."
"Why are they playing in a stateroom, anyhow?" exclaimed Frank. "It's no
place for a game of cards at night."
"That's so," agreed Rattleton, dreamily. "But you are keeping me awake
by your chatter a good deal more than they are. Shut up, the whole lot
of you!"
There was silence for a time, and then, with a savage exclamation,
Diamond sprang out of his berth and thumped on the partition, crying:
"Come, gentlemen, it's time to go to bed! You are keeping us awake."
There was no response.
Jack went back to bed, but the murmuring continued in the next
stateroom, and the rattle of chips could be heard occasionally.
"What are we going to do about it, Merriwell?" asked Jack, savagely.
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