They jumped to their feet hurriedly, and without dignity climbed out of the branches, and advanced on Red Mick, while the puppy ran yelping behind his master.
It is only reasonable to suppose that Mick was somewhat astonished at the apparition.

He could scarcely have expected his shot to disturb two such fine birds from such an extraordinary nest; but before they had extricated themselves from the branches his face had assumed the stolid, cow-like, unintelligent look which had so often baffled judges and Crown Prosecutors.

He was bland and child-like as Bret Harte's Chinee.
He spoke as if he were quite accustomed to unearthing young couples out of trees.

His voice had a sort of "I quite understand how it is" tone, and he spoke cheerfully.
"Good-day, Misther Hugh! Where's your horses?
Have you had a fall ?" "Fall! No!" snapped Hugh, whose temper was gradually rising as the absurdity of the situation dawned on him.

"We haven't had a fall.