Eventually the level below the cliff was attained. Poor
K.K. had groaned many times, hard though he fought to repress the
sounds, for it was unavoidable that he should receive many jostlings
while being transferred to the lower level.

Then they made their way across the open space, and finally arrived
at the waiting car, in which the injured youth was deposited and
made as comfortable as the conditions allowed. The deranged man
watched all this with a wistful gleam in his eye. He had fled from
his kind while still gripped in the darkness of madness, but with the
first glimmer of reason being seated once more on its throne he
commenced to yearn after human fellowship again.

Since the boys had all taken such a deep-seated interest in the matter
it may be proper before the "ghost" of the haunted quarry is dropped
altogether from the story to state that the very next morning Hugh
went over to Hackensack and electrified the Coursen family with
certain remarkable news he brought. It ended in their all starting
forth and arriving at the quarry. They found the demented man
awaiting their coming as though he had guessed what Hugh had in his
mind. More than that he greeted them soberly, and called each member
of the family by name, something he had not been able to do since
that dark cloud descended upon his mind years back.

There seemed reason to believe that in due time Doctor Coursen might
regain his full senses again and spend a few years more with his
delighted relatives before the end came.

Hugh, of course, learned all about him and how he had served years in
the army, first as a sergeant in the Signal Corps, and later on
becoming a surgeon of considerable reputation before the accident in
the tropics deprived him of his reason.

Perhaps it had been the utterly helpless condition of poor K.K.,
when he came accidentally upon the injured boy, that had strongly
appealed to the surgical spirit that still lay dormant in the brain
and fingers of the insane man and which had been the main cause of the
light of reason returning---surgery had been his passion, and the
familiar work took him back to other days, apparently.

And that very night, when Doctor Cadmus, hastily summoned to the home
of Mrs. Kinkaid, examined the work of the deranged dweller of the
quarry cave, he had pronounced it simply marvelous the clever way in
which the other had set those bones and put a splint on the leg,
with such clumsy means for