ARRESTED IN HOLBROOK.
Another morning was dawning when five weary horses bore five persons
into the town of Holbrook. The animals had been pushed to the utmost,
and the riders showed signs of deep fatigue. The dust of the desert lay
white upon men and beasts.
At the head of the party rode Frank Merriwell, showing of them all the
least weariness, his lips pressed together with an expression of grim
determination.
Bart, Jack, and Ephraim were behind, with old Joe bringing up the rear.
Straight to the hotel they went, where Frank learned immediately that
Mrs. Arlington was still there, and he also found out that she was very
ill, having been completely prostrated by the vanishing of June, who was
still missing.
When Frank asked to see the woman he was told that the doctor attending
her had said no one was to see her without his permission.
"Then I must see that doctor in a hurry," Merry declared. "Where can I
find him?"
He was directed and hastened to the home of the doctor, who proved to be
a red-faced, pompous little fellow.
"Impossible to see the lady," declared the doctor. "She has heart
trouble, and it might prove fatal. I cannot permit it."
"See here, doctor," said Frank, "I have ridden a right good distance to
see her, having heard of the disappearance of her daughter June. I have
come to see what I can do about tracing the missing girl and restoring
her to her mother. To start the work right, I should have an interview
with the lady."
"Hum! hum!" coughed the doctor. "I don't know about it." He shook his
head, but Merriwell caught his eye and continued to talk earnestly until
the man gradually ceased his opposition.
"I'm afraid it's not just the wisest thing," he said. "But still it is
anxiety over her daughter that has brought her to this pitiful
condition. If you can do anything to relieve that anxiety, it may be
better than medicine. But you must take care not to excite her more than
possible."
This Frank readily promised, and they set out for the hotel.
Having ascended to the rooms occupied by Mrs. Arlington and those she
had brought with her, the doctor entered first, being admitted by the
faithful colored maid. In a few moments he came out and said:
"I forgot to ask your name, but Mrs. Arlington says she will see you.
Come in."
Frank followed the doctor into the room.
Mrs. Arlington, partly dressed, was reclining on a couch, propped up
amid cushions. She was very pale and showed signs of great worriment and
grief.
The moment her eyes rested on Frank, who came forward, hat in hand, she
gave a great cry and started up. The doctor hurried to her side,
cautioning her against becoming excited, but she appeared to heed him
not in the least.
"You?" she cried, pointing at Frank. "You have dared to come here?"
Merry bowed.
"I know of no reason why I should not come here," he said. "I have heard
of your misfortune, and----"
"Wretch!" the woman panted, glaring at him. "How dare you! I'll have you
arrested at once!"
Frank was surprised by this reception, but he kept his composure,
although he was struck by a thought that the woman must be mad.
"Why should you have me arrested?" he asked. "For defending my property?
I scarcely think you will do that, madam!"
"You--you scoundrel!" panted Mrs. Arlington, pointing at him. "Where is
my daughter? You shall never leave this place until you restore her to
me!"
This did stagger Merry somewhat.
"Mrs. Arlington," he said, "I have come to offer my services in
searching for your daughter. If I can be of any assistance----"
"You--you lured her away!" declared the shaking woman. "You were seen
talking with her on the street. Is this the way you defend your
property? I know your game! You mean to make me promise to drop the
battle against you, on which condition you will restore June to me! I
have been told that you would try that trick! But I am ready for you,
and you shall be arrested immediately. You have walked into the trap!"
"My dear woman," said Merry quietly, "you never were more mistaken in
all your life. I know absolutely nothing of the whereabouts of your
daughter; but I fancied you might be able to tell me something that
would serve as a clue in the search for her."
"Don't tell me that! I have sense enough to know you would not offer to
help me find her!"
Startled by the sound of Mrs. Arlington's excited voice, Eliot Dodge,
her agent, who was in an adjoining room, now entered quickly. When he
saw Merriwell he stopped short.
Frank had met Dodge once in Denver, at which time the man with the blue
nose had made him an offer in behalf of the mining syndicate for the San
Pablo and Queen Mystery Mines, an offer that Merry had scornfully
declined. Now Frank recognized the crafty fox of a lawyer at once.
"So you are here, Dodge?" he said. "And I fancy you are behind some of
the doings that have been going on in this region of late."
Dodge puckered up his mouth and tried to look at the young man with
something like contempt, although the effort was a failure.
"Yes, I am here," he said, in his raspy voice; "and I fancy it is a
pretty good thing for Mrs. Arlington that I am. I have been able to show
her the inwardness of this last move of yours."
"Then you are the one who has filled her mind with the idea that I know
something of the whereabouts of Miss Arlington? Well, Dodge, I know you
are not a fool, and, therefore, I must conclude at once that you have
some rascally reason for giving her such an impression. Be careful, sir,
that you do not make a false step! In this part of the country it is
very dangerous. Down here men are sometimes lynched for rascality."
"Don't you dare threaten me!" fumed Dodge, shaking his fist at Frank.
"There is a warrant out for your arrest, and you'll find that the end of
your career is pretty near."
Frank smiled derisively.
"You remind me of a snapping cur, Dodge," he observed; then he turned
from the man, as if not deigning to waste further words on him. "Mrs.
Arlington," he said earnestly, "I assure you on my honor that I have
come to you with the most friendly intentions. I assure you that I have
ridden more than one hundred miles for the purpose of offering my
services in the search for your daughter. You may not believe me,
but it is the simple truth. You have received me in a manner most
disheartening; but I understand that your nervous condition must be
the excuse.
"I am not your enemy. I do not wish to fight you. I am fighting the
Consolidated Mining Association of America. I would not like to think
that I have a woman among my enemies, who have hired murderers and
ruffians to try to seize my property! Such a thought is most distasteful
to me. I have had the pleasure of meeting your daughter, and I found her
a most charming girl. I was interested in her. When I learned that she
had disappeared I lost not a moment in gathering a few friends and
starting for this place. We have covered the ground as fast as possible,
taking the heat into consideration. If any one has told you that I am
even remotely connected with the disappearance of Miss June that person
has lied to you and deceived you. If you will give me a little aid, I
shall exert myself to the utmost to restore June to your arms. That is
all I have to say."
She heard him through with impatience. Frank saw before he had finished
that her mind was set and that he had wasted his breath.
"Like your brother," said the woman passionately, "you are a scoundrel!
Like him, you assume the airs of a gentleman. I know your tricks, and I
am not deceived. You have been told that there is a warrant out for your
arrest. It is true--and here is the officer to serve it!"
Behind Merry there was a heavy step. He turned and found himself face to
face with a plain, quiet-looking man, who promptly said:
"Are you Frank Merriwell?"
"I am."
"Then let me tell you that I am Ben File, city marshal of Holbrook, and
you are my prisoner! If you try to pull a gun, I'll shoot you in your
tracks!"
Frank showed his nerve then. He did not even change color, although the
arrest had fallen upon him so suddenly.
"Your words are plain enough, sir," he said. "There is no reason why I
should provoke you into shooting me, as I have nothing to fear from
arrest."
"I have been led to understand that you are a very dangerous character,"
said File, looking Merry over in some surprise. "You do not seem so at
first glance."
Frank smiled a bit.
"I assure you I am not in the least dangerous," he said. "I surrender
without the least resistance."
Eliot Dodge stood in the background, rubbing his hands together and
grinning.
"Mr. Dodge," said the city marshal, "will you be good enough to relieve
this young man of his weapons."
"Eh?" said Dodge nervously. "I--I--yes, sir."
He came forward and took Frank's revolvers, handling them gingerly, as
if fearing they would explode in his hands. He passed them over to File,
who afterward searched Merry himself.
In spite of Frank's coolness, he was indignant over the outrage.
Mrs. Arlington astonished the doctor by seeming stronger and better
than she had been since it was known that June had disappeared.
"Now I have you!" she said exultantly. "If you do not tell me at once
where my daughter may be found it will go still harder with you."
Merry gave her a look of pity.
"Madam," he said, "I fear that you are not in your right senses. Your
action in coming to this part of the country and bringing your daughter
here, where you have had dealings with ruffians, confirms me in this
belief. I cannot believe you would do such things if perfectly sane."
"You insult me!" she exclaimed, tossing her head. "But you shall pay
dearly for your insults! The law will punish you!"
"And are you to stand clear of the law--you, who have incited ruffians
to attack me and my property? I am well aware that law and justice may
frequently be two different things; but I fancy it will be to your
discomfort to have the whole truth come out. I know a ruffian called
Cimarron Bill fired at me from the window of this very room. How came he
here unless by your permission? And were you in partnership with a man
of his character in an attempted murder?"
Frank's fearless words struck home, and the woman turned pale, in spite
of herself.
"Oh, doctor!" she said, sinking back on the couch.
The astonished physician, who had remained dumb and staring through the
most of this scene, now cried to Frank:
"See what you have done! See what you have done!"
"She brought it on herself," retorted Merry, turning away, his heart
hardened toward the woman. "I have ridden a hundred miles to do
everything in my power to find her daughter and restore her to her
mother, and I am--arrested!"
There was deep bitterness in his tone and manner.
"Mr. File," he said, "I am ready to go with you, sir."
"Hold! Wait!" called Mrs. Arlington from the couch. "Tell me where you
have taken my daughter!"
Frank gave her a look, shook his head a bit, and again turned away.
"Oh, tell me!" pleaded the wretched mother. "I can't bear this suspense!
My poor June!"
Then she sat bolt upright and almost screamed:
"If you harm a hair of her head, I'll make you regret it until the day
of your death! You'll be conpelled to tell! I'm going to see that you
are sent to prison! I'll make a convict of you!"
Frank did not retort. As he was walking out with File's hand on his
shoulder, the woman fell on her knees and begged him to restore her
daughter.
"Too bad!" said Merry, when the door was closed. "I believe she really
thinks I know something about the girl."
File said nothing until they had descended to the street. On the steps
of the hotel he paused and looked hard at Frank.
"Young man," he said, "you don't act to me like a desperado. I'm
mightily disappointed in you. From what I heard, I supposed you a
ruffian. To tell you the truth, I'm rather inclined in your favor."
"Thank you," said Frank, with a bit of bitterness. "Little good that
does me, although I am grateful to know that I have not become
villainous in appearance. I came here to do that woman a favor, knowing
all the while that she hated me, and this is the way I have been
received."
"Why did you take so much pains to come?"
"Because I know her daughter, a handsome, refined, noble-hearted girl.
It was not for the woman's sake, but for her daughter's that I put
myself to the trouble that has drawn me into this scrape, Mr. File. Tell
me, what has been done to find and rescue June Arlington?"
"Everything possible," said the city marshal. "But the girl seems to
have disappeared off the face of the earth. She vanished in the very
heart of this town, too. It's a most mysterious affair. Mr. Merriwell, I
regret that my duty compelled me to place you under arrest and now
compels me to lock you up. I hope circumstances may give you your
freedom very soon."
Frank was somewhat touched by these simple words.
"Go ahead," he said. "But you had better get me under lock and key
before my friends find out what has happened. They might raise trouble,
and I don't want to see anybody hurt over this affair."
So they started down the street, walking side by side, like two friends.
File did not even keep a hand on Merry.
They had proceeded but a short distance when a man suddenly appeared in
the open doorway of a saloon. Frank saw the pistol in the man's hand,
and he recognized his mortal enemy, Cimarron Bill.
As Bill appeared in that doorway, Merry knew the fellow's purpose was to
make a second attempt to kill him, and Frank was unarmed and
defenseless, under arrest at the time.
As Bill's weapon came up Frank made a sidelong spring. He did this at
the very instant, it seemed, that the revolver spoke. The fact was that
he sprang a trifle before the shot was fired. His movement seemed much
like that of a man death-smitten by a bullet, and Cimarron Bill dodged
back at once, believing he had accomplished his dastardly purpose.
Frank was not touched.
But the bullet meant for him had found a human target. Ben File swayed
from side to side, his legs buckling beneath him, and fell into
Merriwell's arms.