"I have a higher straight flush of clubs here.
Mine runs up to the eight spot, and so I win the pot." He showed his cards and raked in the pot.
With a savage cry, M.Montfort flung his hand aside, leaped to his feet, sprang at Frank, and struck for Merry's face.
The blow was parried, and he was knocked down instantly.
A sailor, pale and shaking, came dashing into the room and whispered a word in the captain's ear.
An oath broke from the captain's lips, and he whirled about and rushed from the room.
Slowly Montfort picked himself up.

There was a livid mark on his cheek.
He glared at Frank with deadly hatred.
"Cursed meddlaire!" he grated.

"You shall pay for this." There was consternation outside.

On the deck was heard the sound of running feet.
"Something has happened!" said Diamond, hurrying to the door.

"I wonder what it is." The "Eagle" was plunging along through a heavy sea.