“I do. He must be kept here a little longer. Mother expects father to come on in a week or two.”
“In your anxiety about your brother, June, you are rashly venturing into a dangerous part of the village. Better wait until morning before seeking him.”
“I can’t!” she exclaimed. “I am sure he is again with bad companions. I can’t ask you to do anything more for me.”
“But I will do anything for you, June. Let me see you safely home, and then I will try to find your brother.”
“Oh! will you?”
“I give you my promise.”
“Dick! Dick! you have done so many things for me. I am grateful, be sure of that.”
“Don’t talk about gratitude, June. Come, let’s turn back.”
She permitted him to accompany her until they were again in the vicinity of the post office. There she paused and begged him to leave her and go in search of Chester. This he finally consented to do.
Passing once more over the hill, Merriwell came again into the disreputable portion of the village, wondering if Arlington could be found on board his mother’s yacht, and, if so, how he could be approached.