To increase his astonishment and cause his brimming cup of joy to
overflow a tree stood upon the little speck of green land laden with
white blossoms, which wafted a faint but fragrant promise to the
enchanted scout upon the distant shore.

"That's an apple tree," said Pee-wee, his mouth watering. "I'm going
over there to discover it and then it's mine, the whole island's mine
because findings is keepings, that's international law."

No doubt he felt that the League of Nations would stand in back of him
in the matter of this epoch-making discovery.




CHAPTER VIII

PEE-WEE EXPLORES THE ISLAND

There was no doubt at all of the reality of this extraordinary
apparition. Pee-wee, who was always sure of everything, was doubly
sure of this. Squint and rub his eyes as he would, there was the
desert island in the middle of the river with the tree surmounting it.
By all the precedents in history this island was his. He had as much
right to it as the king of Spain had to San Salvador, more in fact, for
the king of Spain had never seen the island of San Salvador.

If there was any good in history at all (and Pee-wee had his doubts
about that) why then this mysterious island belonged to him. Miss