that, Mr. Trimmer, unless you can show that you own the scow. As I
understand it this is a kind of a legal sandwich. The land that used
to be a part of your field is between the scow and us----"

"Sure it is!" vociferated Pee-wee, caught by the idea of a sandwich so
huge and picturesque. "We're kind of like one of the slices of breads
and the scow is the other slice. It's thick and dark like rye bread,"
he added to make the picture more graphic.

"It's a kind of a legal sandwich," said Townsend, sitting back against
the tree with his knees drawn up and talking with a calmness and
seriousness which aroused the wrath of old Trimmer. "It's a kind of an
interesting situation. We have as much right on the scow as the land
has, as I see it----"

"Sure, you learn that in the third grade!" shouted Pee-wee. "That's
logic."

"Really, the best thing to do," drawled Townsend, "would be to remove
the land, which would let us down onto the scow and that would let you
out of the difficulty. We'd be answerable to the owner of the scow."

"It belonged to the big dredge," Pee-wee said excitedly. "I knew all
the men on that dredge; I used to hang out on that dredge; those men
were all friends of mine. We wouldn't be trespassing except your land
is in the way."

"If you want us to shovel the land out of here we'll do it," suggested
Roly Poly.