Chapter 11: The Castle of the Terror

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌⁠The big Finn had, I found, tied up his horses, and in the heavy old boat he rowed me down the swollen river which ran swift and turbulent around a sudden bend and then seemed to open out to a great width. In the starlight I could distinguish that it stretched gray and level to a distance, and that the opposite bank was fringed with pines.

"Where are we going?" I asked my guide in a low voice. But h