ten o’clock
She drew the envelope from his pocket and put it in her bosom -- she showed the woman there , though for the rest of this night she was to be a Rider of the Plains , She of the Triple Chevron . She went towards the door , hesitated , drew back , then paused , stooped down quickly , tenderly touched the soldier 's brow with her lips , and said : `` I 'll do it for you . You shall not be disgraced -- Tom . '' This was at half-past ten o'clock . At two o'clock a jaded and blown horse stood before the door of the barracks at Archangel 's Rise . Its rider , muffled to the chin , was knocking , and at the same time pulling his cap down closely over his head . `` Thank God the night is dusky , '' he said .