“Yes; that answers the description.”
“Sent over with a man named Crellock, for a bank robbery, was it not?”
“The same man. Where is he now?”
“He was up the country as a convict servant, shepherding; but I think he is back in the gangs again. Some of them are busy on the new road.”
“Was he—supposed to be innocent out here?”
“Innocent? No. It was having to herd with such scoundrels made our fate the more bitter. Such men as he and his mate—”
“His mate?”
“Yes—the man Crellock—were never supposed to be very—”
He ceased speaking, and began to write quickly, for a door was opened, and an attendant requested Bayle to follow him.
He was ushered into the presence of an officer, who apologised for the governor being deeply engaged, consequent upon the arrival of the ship with the draft of men. But the necessary passes were furnished, and Bayle left.