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Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or, The Tragedy of the Ocean Tramp

Chapter 10 THE GAME IN THE NEXT ROOM.

Word Count: 1268    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

stateroom he was greeted

at does t

to dod

ing a

with you-I mean

have yo

ve an account

he had taken a fancy to look the steamer over and had fallen in with the engineer. T

name of his assailant

ed Rattleton,

pitated Diamo

wning, aroused from

er?" they shou

Frank, really enjoying the

led Rattleton, seeming to

di

ing thrown into the stoke

m he

ll the cur on sigh

the hold

was the verdict of F

ensation!" said the Virginian. "You

ope at last," said Harry, with intense satisfac

k. "Attempted murder on the high

his time," grunted Browning, beginni

nk gave them his theory of Sport's presen

eresting than the superstitious ma

g at first," observed Merry; "but I'v

ruce g

Fact and

both err, w

the small

be the grea

e stateroom occupied by the Frenchman. Soon it became evi

night. Then they became aware that something was taking place in the adjoinin

of voices, and, occasionally, some person would s

egan to g

es me think of old times. Man

said Frank. "Do you want to

nfessed, "I do

leep," grunted Bruce, "and

, anyhow?" exclaimed Frank. "It's no

are keeping me awake by your chatter a good deal m

a savage exclamation, Diamond sprang out of h

time to go to bed! Yo

as no r

ontinued in the next stateroom, and the ra

do about it, Merriwell

n comp

who was inclined to regard as a cheap fellow anybody who

uppose I can go in there

ow

ame," laughed M

kles them that way I'll be th

y," said Frank, remembering how he had onc

d studied up on the tricks of gamblers, so that he knew all about their methods of robbing their victims. Being a first-class amateur magician, his knowledge of card tricks had become of value to hi

tinguished, but, up near the ceiling, a shaft of li

t partition. Mounted on the trunk, he applied his eye to the orifice

u see?" grun

yone in there,"

e th

n, the superstitious man, and

rowd," murm

trunk. "My! my! but they are whooping her up! They've

up till to-morro

emained on the trunk, watching th

hat he had been led to renounce the game, but the thirst for its excitements and del

le; "I can hear your teeth chattering, o

ck-"wait till I see

half a minu

n game! I k

e lay?" as

Frenchman is

ected a

lishman. They are s

es

mpathy for him; but I am sorry for poor little Slush. He should have paid attention to some of his signs and o

humped the wal

re playing cards with crooks-you are being rob

and then M. Rouen Montfort was heard to utter an

ow, saire! I make

y time you like!"

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