Midnight
Never had Glen experienced such a storm on the trail , and most thankful was she for the riding-cloak which Nannie had placed upon her shoulders . Her hat had been torn from her head , and her hair was tossed in the wildest confusion about her face and half blinded her . It was certainly a strange and weird sight as that slight girl led her determined band down that valley right through the heart of the storm . It was difficult now to see far ahead , and Glen had to trust entirely to Midnight . Not once did the faithful animal stumble or exhibit the least sign of hesitation . He seemed to realise that much was at stake , and that everything depended upon his efforts . With ears pointed straight forward , and with head lowered , as if to guard his steps , he surged onward , every nerve keenly alert , and his entire body quivering with excitement .