Midnight
Still the wild cloud-burst hurled its swift torrents of icy rain upon them . She could scarcely see her horse 's head , through the gray , chilly storm-sheet . `` Whoa ! whoa , Midnight ! '' she cried , in tremulous tones through her chattering teeth and white , trembling lips . All her gay exultant courage had been drenched and chilled out of her . She tried to check his stride with a loose convulsive clutch at the reins as she peered about with blinded eyes for a place of shelter .