midnight
Oho , I will summon thee through fire and flame ; aha , I will make thee more dreaded than heretofore ; thy fame shall fill the wild-wood and beyond . Know ` st thou the Haunted Wood , hard by Thraxby Waste ? '' Now here Robin 's merry smile languished , and he rubbed nose with dubious finger . `` Aye , I do , '' quoth he sombrely ; `` an ill place and -- demon-rid , they say -- '' `` Come ye there to-morrow at midnight . '' `` Alone ? '' says Robin , starting . `` Alone ! ''