Throughout election day, McLeod had been “cautiously optimistic” that his man would win.
And this is why the testimony from McLeod and Preston was so extraordinary.
The racecourse itself was situated across the creek, and almost directly opposite the McLeod's selection.
McLeod took out his watch:––“You have twenty minutes,” he said.
Such is the valedictory of our Secretary—his sorrows over the fate of McLeod.
"Driving a car seems to go to his head," remarks Miss McLeod.
McLeod's false and idle boast was the cause of all this serious difficulty between two great Powers.
McLeod smiled, if we may so speak, gravely, in acknowledgment of the compliment.
Actually, the notoriety that had resulted from the trip and the book had not pleased McLeod particularly.
“I thought so,” cried McLeod, seizing his cap and hurrying out.