know when this
place was built they didn't have any faucets or taps in these old
places.--Except on the heads!"

They mounted higher, ever higher, swinging on their saddlebows the
unlighted, antique lanterns. Rusty was unmistakably becoming more and
more nervous.

The road took a sharp turn to the right now, and they clattered over
the wooden bridge of the moat.

They faced the great doorway of the old castle now. In the moonlight it
was an eerie sight indeed. The castle stood on a broad rocky shelf. A
cold wind swept over the mountain top, rattling the naked branches near
by the dismal walls.

"Ooooh!"

"What's that?" grunted Rusty in terror.

"Just the wind trying to get out through those barred windows up there,
you fool."

"Laws-a-massy, I don't blame it fer gittin' out. I wish I wasn't goin'
in."

A lone cloud took this occasion to cover the moon, and the shadow
darkened the outlines of the sinister structure. The castle, so Warren
had judged on his trip up the hill, must have been built in the period
of the Spanish Moors. Later, perhaps when the Moors had been driven out
of the country, two dismal wings, several towers and turrets had been
added, reminding one of the castles on the Rhine cliffs.

The face of the structure, which Jarvis scanned quickly, was about two
hundred feet long and maybe sixty feet high--with two stanch square
towers at either end.

Thin slits in the walls and two round windows high up appeared to the
mind of the Kentuckian (humorous in the face of the unknown danger) as
"architectural bungholes." On either side of the great arched door
jutted a turret, slit with many smaller openings and possessing
castellated tops.

As they rumbled over the planking of the open drawbridge Rusty's
chattering teeth were audible to the rider close at his side, and
Jarvis muttered angrily, drawing up his horse by the gate which led to
the inner courtyard.

"If you're still too much of a coward to go on, you can ride back,
Rusty. This is the first time you've ever failed me in a time of
danger."

The negro remonstrated nervously.

"I'm not skeered--Marse Warren, I'm jes' gittin' straight hair fer de
fust time in my life. I'm goin' wid you. I'ze jes' mighty onhappy."

A doorway somewhere swung shut with an iron clang. Rusty's nerves were
stronger now. He breathed hard but said nothing.

"They used to hitch their horses here, I suppose," said Jarvis, as he
slid from the saddle. The moonli