camp on this island."

"Sure we are," said Roly Poly.

"And you can't make us get off, either, because it isn't on your land."

Old Trimmer wasted no words. "Pile in here, all of you," he said,
indicating the boat, "or I'll have yer all up fer trespassin'."

"Do you own this old scow or whatever it is underneath us?" Townsend
asked quietly.

"Look a'here, young feller, no talkin' back," said old Trimmer testily;
"come along, step lively. I'm going to tow this whole business back up
to where it belongs. Now d'ye want me ter set yer ashore or not?"

"Not," said Roly Poly.

"I don't think we have anything to say about it, Mr. Trimmer," said
Townsend. "The land that used to be part of your field seems to be on
a scow or something or other and we're on the land that's on the scow.
We're here because we're here----"

"Let's hear you answer that argument!" shouted Pee-wee in a voice of
thunder. "This is a river, isn't it? Do you deny that? It's an
inward waterway--I mean inland--and it belongs to the government and
this scow or whatever it is, is on it and something that used to be a
peninsula but isn't any more is on the scow and we're on the thing that
used to be a peninsula----"