Seems to me there were a lot of shacks up back of it on the mountain.

We could live in one of them." "Yes." "What's the matter ?" "Oh," said Don with an effort, "I'm a little blue.

I suppose it's the fall." They tramped west in the morning and climbed a winding road.

The quarry lay ahead in the rocky wall of a mountain.
"Lord, what an out-of-the world spot!" exclaimed Brian in dismay.
"Don, you thought we were getting too close to your uncle's farm but nobody'd find us here.

I suspect they have to build shacks to keep the men contented.