[CHAPTER XXVII.]
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.