Or, perhaps," he added, with an evident desire to assist in solving the difficulty, "perhaps the wind blew it down." "What!" said Hugh scornfully.

"Wind blow down a fence! What next!" "Well it does blow terrible hard sometimes in these parts," said Red Mick, shaking his head dolefully; "look at me crop of onions I planted--the wind blew 'em out of the ground, and hung 'em on the fence.
But wait now, till we have a look at these sheep." "No, we won't wait," said Hugh angrily.

"We will be off home now, and send a man for them.

And I advise you to be very careful, Mick Donohoe, for I have my own idea who dug up that fence." "Well, you don't suppose that I done it, do you ?" said Red Mick.
"I've been in the house this three days.

Besides, I wouldn't steal my brother-in-law's sheep, anyhow.