He sat there and gazed, a little awed by the discovery, thrilled with the feeling that this place had been planned especially for him; that Nature had built it and kept it until he needed it--in other words, that luck was with him and that it would be madness to go against his luck.
He got down, went to the left wall and, taking long strides, stepped off the width of the place.

Wide enough, plenty; he couldn't have ordered it any better himself.

From the mouth he started to step the depth, but stopped when he had gone a third farther than the length of a military type fuselage.

He turned and looked back toward the entrance, his hands on his hips, his eyes wide and glowing, his lips trembling and eager.

He looked up at the top; with cottonwood poles and brush he could roof it against the sun and the winds.