out a space and camp on that. Then our feet will be on the scow----"

"We'll be on friendly territory," shouted Pee-wee. "Your land can camp
here with us if it wants to."

"Or you can take it away, just as you please," said Townsend. "Only we
warn you not to take any liberties with this scow. We're personally
acquainted with Mr. Steam of the Steam Dredging Company and we're going
to charter this scow, now that we're on it. We can get another desert
island to put on it if necessary."

"Do you see this traffic sign?" Pee-wee yelled at the top of his voice.
He stood like some conquering hero, holding the martial stop sign with
one hand. "The bottom of this bar is planted on the scow. Do you hear
the noise it makes when I bump it up and down? It goes right through
this land. We take possession of this scow in the name of the new
Alligator Patrol or maybe it'll be the Turtles, we don't know yet. We
plant our banner on the--the----"

"The rye bread," said Billy.

"And if this land," Pee-wee continued, "that used to be a peninsula and
stuck out over the river from your field and trespassed on the scow
when it didn't have any right to because it wasn't friends with the
dredge men--if this land wants to stay here it can."

"What do you say, Mr. Trimmer?" Townsend laughed. "If you want to tow
this whole business back up to your place we'll help you shovel the
land off the scow. We don't want to camp on an island that violates
the law. But you haven't got anything to do with this scow. I'm not