It was calculated to hold about four hundred sheep at a time, and was divided into pens of various sizes, partitioned off for various purposes.

If Harry Heathcote was sure of any thing, he was sure that his wool-shed was the best that had ever been built in this district.
"By Jimini! what's that ?" said Jacko.
"Did you hear any thing ?" Jacko pointed with his finger down the centre walk of the shed, and Harry, striking another match as he went, rushed forward.

But the match was out as soon as ignited, and gave no glimmer of light.
Nevertheless he saw, or thought that he saw, the figure of a man escaping out of the open end of the shed.

The place itself was black as midnight, but the space beyond was clear of trees, and the darkness outside being a few shades lighter than within the building, allowed something of the outline of a figure to be visible.

And as the man escaped, the sounds of his footsteps were audible enough.
Harry called to him, but of course received no answer.