"A shack with one window is sure unpleasant when the sun is shining outside," he said fretfully to himself.

"This joint looks a heap like a cellar.

I wonder what the girl thought of it; I reckon it looked pretty sousy, to her--and them with everything shining.

Oh, hell!" He took off his chaps and his spurs, rolled another cigarette and smoked it meditatively.

When it had burned down so that it came near scorching his lips, he lighted a fire, carried water from the creek, filled the dishpan and set it on the stove to heat.