midnight
There was no face under that helmet -- the Hon. Sam 's knight was MASKED and the Hon. Sam slapped his thigh with delight . `` Bully -- bully ! I never thought of it -- I never thought of it -- bully ! '' This was thrilling , indeed -- but there was more ; the strange knight 's body was cased in a flexible suit of glistening mail , his spear point , when he raised it on high , shone like silver , and he came on like a radiant star -- on the Hon. Sam 's charger , white-bridled , with long mane and tail and black from tip of nose to tip of that tail as midnight . The Hon. Sam was certainly doing it well . At a slow walk the stranger drew alongside of Marston and turned his spear point downward . `` Gawd ! ''