"Then the tree'll fall over," said Brownie.

"Gee whiz," shouted Pee-wee, "it'll serve the tree right because all
the time fellers are being accused of trespassing in apple trees and
now you can see for yourself that apple trees are just as bad. They
trespass on scows."

"We could have this tree fined ten dollars," said Billy, "if we wanted
to report it to the dredging company in New York."

"Or it would have to go to jail for thirty days," yelled Pee-wee.

"I don't see what we're going to do, Mr. Trimmer," said Townsend.

"I know what we're going to do," said Pee-wee; "we're going to do a lot
of things. We're natives of this island."

"We don't recognize this land," said Townsend; "we consider it beneath
us."

"Sure it's beneath us!" shouted Pee-wee.

"It simply happens to trespass on the scow first," said Townsend. "I
think we'll stand on our rights."

"Well, yer ain't goin' ter stand on my property, yer ain't!" old
Trimmer bellowed, his wrath rising. Townsend's calmness seemed to goad
him to a perfect frenzy.

"Well, then," said Townsend, "the only thing for us to do is to shovel