Mr. drysdale, the county clerk, was a fine looking man, of about forty years of age.
That is the order of merit—Barlas, drysdale, myself, the horses and Bimbi.
drysdale was now confined to his bed, and he would see no one except his wife and Andrews.
She was ushered into the library, and Mrs. drysdale came down at once.
On leaving Mr. Breed, Mr. Andrews paid a visit to Mr. drysdale, at the latter's office.
"I am sorry to say, that my husband is quite unwell," said Mrs. drysdale.
Green continued his night watches about the house, and again one night drysdale passed out to the creek and acted as before.
Green kept a close watch every night, but drysdale did not appear.
Among those excluded was drysdale, a most trustworthy man and in whose behalf I was therefore much interested.
It was quite evident that drysdale was in a miserable condition.