It was through the influence of Frank that he had been led to renounce the game, but the thirst for its excitements and delights remained with him, for he had come from a family of card-players and sportsmen.
"Come, come!" laughed Frank, after a while; "I can hear your teeth chattering, old man.

Get off that trunk and turn in." "Wait!" fluttered Jack--"wait till I see this hand played out." In less than half a minute he cried: "It's a skin game! I knew it was!" "What's the lay ?" asked Merry.
"That infernal Frenchman is a card-sharp!" "I suspected as much." "His pal is the Englishman.

They are standing in together." "Yes ?" "Sure thing.

They are bleeding Bloodgood and Slush.

Bloodgood thinks he's pretty sharp, and I have not much sympathy for him; but I am sorry for poor little Slush.