"I"m not Merriwell"s guardian," he thought. "I guess the fellow is able to take care of himself."
So he told Frank to dress fully for going out, and to take his shoes in his hand.
Together they crept from the room, slid along the corridor, watched a favorable moment to get past the sentinel, and finally found their way into a room where the "gang" was waiting.
There was much whispered satisfaction when Merriwell was known to be with Hodge.
Then the window was softly opened, and one by one the boys descended the fire-escape, which ran past that window. The last one out closed the window, having arranged it so it could be readily opened from the outside.
Behind the messhall they sat down on the ground and pulled on their shoes.
It was a cool, starry night,
"I rather fancy I know where we are bound," said Frank.
"Where?" asked Bart.
"To the old boathouse, down the cove."
"Sure. You are a good guesser, old man."
Then the thought came to Frank that it would be a good thing for Fardale Academy if that boathouse should burn to the ground. It was there plebes generally received their first hazing, and there most of the fights between the cadets took place.
To the boathouse they went, and this night luck ran against Frank, for he lost heavily.
"There," he said, as he and Bart were returning together, "I can stay away from the game now, and no one will have a right to accuse me of meanness, for I have dropped more than I made at both of the other games I have been in."
"That"s right," a.s.sured Bart, "you may do as you like now, and I"ll fight the fellow that dares open his trap about it."
But Frank had taken the false step that leads to others, and he was to find it no easy thing to keep away from the game that fascinated him so. For a little time he succeeded, but he was uneasy and in a bad way so long as he knew a game was going on. Night after night he heard Bart dress and slip out, and the longing to accompany him grew and grew till it was unbearable.
"What"s the matter with Merriwell?" one of his cla.s.smates asked of another. "He was making right along at one time, and we all thought he would head the cla.s.s, but now he is making an average of less than 2.5."
"Oh, he is flighty," replied the other. "Do you notice that he doesn"t seem to be as jolly and full of fun as he was once."
"I believe he is in some kind of trouble," declared the first. "He doesn"t ever get a max lately."
By way of explanation, let us state, a "max" was the highest mark obtainable, or 3; 2.9 or 2.8 was considered first cla.s.s, 2.5 was really good, 2 was fair, and below that it fell off rapidly too, which meant utter failure.
Frank was, indeed, in trouble. He found it impossible to keep away from the poker parties, and so, one night after Bart had departed, being unable to sleep, he got up and followed his roommate again.
Gage and Snell were rejoiced, for they saw they had Merriwell fairly within the meshes. All that was needed now was to close the net carefully and draw it tighter and tighter about him, till there was no possible escape.
This trick was accomplished with consummate skill. Frank"s luck seemed to have deserted him, but at first his losings were just heavy enough to provoke without alarming him. Sometimes he would win a little, and then he would fancy his luck had turned, but the tide soon set the other way.
Made angry by his petty losses, he followed the game with dogged persistency. And those petty losses soon began to grow larger and larger. His money melted away rapidly, and still fortune frowned on him.
In vain Hodge counseled his friend to drop the game and stay away.
Such advice was now wasted on Frank, and it made him angry.
"It"s too late!" he hotly declared. "I am going to see the thing through!"
And so the meshes of the snare closed around him.
CHAPTER X.
DOWNWARD.
In vain Gage and Snell tried to get hold of some IOU"s with Frank Merriwell"s name on them. Frank"s money was exhausted, and he stopped playing suddenly. Gage offered to loan him money, but he had not forgotten the past, and not a cent of Gage"s cash would he touch.
Then Snell tried it, but was no more successful.
This made them both angry.
"Confound the fellow!" said Gage, fiercely. "We"ve got him badly tangled; but he seems to have taken the alarm, and I"m afraid he will break away."
"We must not let him do so," said Snell. "If we lose our fish now, we"ll never land him."
"What can be done?"
"That is for us to study out."
And so they set about plotting and trying to devise still other schemes to disgrace Frank, and drive him from the academy.
In the meantime, a feeling of revulsion had seized Frank Merriwell. Of a sudden he had perceived whither he was drifting. He realized what false steps he had already taken, and he was heartily ashamed of himself.
Among his treasures was a medal of honor presented to him by Congress for twice saving the life of Inza Burrage, a pretty girl who lived in Fardale, and whose brother, Walter, was a cadet at the academy. Once he had fought a mad dog with no weapon but a clasp-knife, and kept the creature from biting Inza, and once he had saved her from death beneath the wheels of the afternoon express, which flew through Fardale village without stopping.
Coming across this medal where he kept it choicely deposited, it suddenly brought to him an overwhelming feeling of self-abas.e.m.e.nt and shame.
What would Inza Burrage think of him if she knew of his weakness--knew that he was playing cards for money, and making a.s.sociates of such fellows as Gage and Snell?
It was true that she did not know either Gage or Snell for what they really were at heart, but Frank did, and there really seemed no excuse for him.
He tried to excuse himself by saying he had been led into temptation through Hodge, but, in another instant he felt meaner than before.
"You ought to be ashamed, Merriwell!" he told himself. "You have all the influence in the world over Hodge, if you use your power skillfully, and, instead of trying to shoulder the blame on him, you should be disgusted with yourself for making no attempt to save him from such company and such practices!"
Then he thought of the money he had lost. How could he stop without making an effort to win it back? If he could have one good streak of luck and win enough to make himself square, he would stop.
This very desire to "get square with the game" has been the ruin of more than one promising youth.
So he told himself over and over that he would stop as soon as he "got square."
Sat.u.r.day came round. Inza Burrage had sent him word through her brother that she would visit Belinda Snodd that afternoon, and he might see her there, if he cared to call.