about midnight
Not a word did either speak , and in this fashion they rode down the hill towards Ruan sands . All that my father could mind , beyond , was that the woman 's hands were passed round the man 's neck , where the rope had passed round her own . No more could he tell , being a stricken man from that hour . But Aunt Polgrain , the house-keeper up to Constantine , saw them , an hour later , go along the road below the town-place ; and Jacobs , the smith , saw them pass his forge towards Bodmin about midnight . So the tale 's true enough . But since that night no man has set eyes on horse or riders . A BLUE PANTOMIME .