working at hand. He declared he meant
to interest himself deeply in the case and see if such a skillful
surgeon might not be restored to the world so much in need of his
kind, I with the terrible war raging on the other side of the Atlantic.

To conclude with this subject, at last accounts Dr. Coursen had so
far recovered as to send in his application for a berth in some
hospital over in France, where his wonderful knowledge of surgery
might prove useful to the countless wounded men at the front. And
doubtless ere this reaches the eye of the reader he may be across
the Atlantic, serving humanity in the great cause.

Long would those five lads remember that strange expedition up to the
haunted quarry, and what a remarkable discovery they made after
arriving on the ground. It may be that Horatio, yes, and Julius
also, would be less apt to clothe anything along a mysterious nature
with ghostly attributes, after learning how common-sense and investigation
will, in nearly all cases, turn suspicion into ridicule. But while
the country folks, of course, also learned how the phantom of the
quarry had turned out to be just a crazy man who had escaped from
his confinement at home and gone back to primeval ways of living, few
of them would ever muster up the courage to visit the deserted quarry
after nightfall. It had too many thrilling associations to please
them; and besides, what was the use of going out of their way just
to feel the "goose-flesh" creep over their bodies when an owl hooted,
or some little forest animal gave a grunt?

K.K., being young and healthy, and attended carefully by good old
Doctor Cadmus, was not confined to the house for many weeks. The
bones did not require resetting, and rapidly knitted, so that after
a while he could walk to and from school with the aid of a crutch;
and later this, in turn, gave way to a cane. When February came he
even threw this aid aside, and by March was seen taking his part in
school rushes, as though he had never been injured at all. But his
skates were never once used all winter, nor could he indulge in any
sledding, both of which were favorite pleasures with K.K.

On the whole, however, he felt that he had much to be thankful for;
and tried not to be too greatly disappointed. But his chums would
miss him when the Marathon race was on; because he had been accounted
one of the best long-distance runners without exception that Scranton
High could boast.

CH