In a few words Roberts related how the stranger had leaped from the train during the night.
“Undoubtedly,” said the other, “that was he. He probably lacked courage to come. I have been out hunting for him, but have not found him.”
“And they were going to operate on me?” Roberts gasped.
“Yes,” said the other; “it was only the fact that my brother was unable to find any trace of injury to your skull that saved you. Then it occurred to him to search your clothing, and he found your card, which, of course, showed him the terrible mistake.”
By this time Roberts himself was able to join in the uproarious laughter.
“But that other man—that prisoner who has been here for twenty years—what about him?” he asked.
“He has been here nearly thirty years,” laughed the other, “but he has no knowledge of the time. He is a raving maniac!”
“And I helped him to escape!” gasped Roberts.
“Yes, you did,” said the other ruefully, “and I am afraid it will take us many days to catch him!”
“But why in the world did you take me away and leave me there on the road?” cried Roberts, when he was able to speak. “Why did you not explain to me?”