"I'll be anything as long as it's Saturday; I'm not particular," said
Roly Poly.

"Because my father knows a man that's a lawyer and he'll stick up for
us," Pee-wee continued excitedly. "Because old Trimmer hasn't got any
deed that says he owns an island, has he? All right, this is an island
in Bridgeboro. You can't deny that, can you? Let's hear you deny
that. All right, then, if he comes and tries to get this island, he'll
be trespassing, won't he? And so we'll start the Combination Scouts of
America and we'll call ourselves the--the--the----"

"The Sardine Patrol," suggested Roly.

"We'll call ourselves the Crab-apple Patrol," said Pee-wee, "because
apples are on land and crabs are in the water. Will you?"

"I see a sail on the horizon," said Roly.

"If it's old Trimmer let me handle him," said Pee-wee.

"It's the rest of the patrol," said Roly. "Do you see those two canoes
coming around the bend? We'll have a meeting of the general staff and
decide what to do."

"Whatever we do, we'll do something, hey?" said Pee-wee.

"More than that," said Roly.

"Anyway, we'll start a patrol or something, hey?"