Far away stood a shack--Patsy's, that was.

Beyond that another, and yet another.

Most of the boys had built in the coulees where was water.

They did not care so much about the view--over which Miss Allen had grown enthusiastic.
He pulled up in a certain place near the brow of the hill, and looked down into the narrower gulch where huddled the shacks they had moved.

He grinned at the sight.