"In the shade of the young apple tree," said Townsend.

"That's just what I was going to say," said Pee-wee, "and you can't put
us off this land because if that's trespassing then the land is
trespassing too--it's trespassing on the scow--so we won't get off the
land till you take the land off the scow and put it back where it
belongs and then we'll get off it because, gee whiz, scouts have no
right to trespass." He paused, not for lack of arguments but for lack
of breath.

"So that's the way it is, is it?" said old Trimmer darkly. "Well,
we'll see."

"Sure we'll see," said Pee-wee. "That shows how much you know about
geography and international law and all those things. Suppose Cape Cod
should break off and float away. Would it belong to New Hampshire any
more--I mean Connecticut--I mean Massachusetts? Gee whiz, we're going
to stay right here because we're on a public waterway and anyway you
don't own the scow that this land is on, do you?"

There was, of course, no answer to this fine analysis of the legal
points involved.

"That there scow was under my land," said old Trimmer.

"It was in the river and it wasn't on anybody's land as I understand
it," said Townsend in his funny way. "Your land trespassed on the
scow----"

"Sure it did!" interrupted Pee-wee. "It really had no right to do