I'm not asking you how it got alongside your field or why the dredging people didn't take it away when they took the dredge away; that's your business," he added rather significantly.

"We'll admit the land is yours----" "No, we won't!" said Pee-wee.
"Yes, we will," said Townsend quietly.

"Now what do you want to do about this property?
Shall we wrap it up for you or shall we send it?
Our dealings are with the steam dredge people.

Now what do you say?
By the way, will you have a cruller ?" It was perfectly evident that Townsend Ripley, with rather more quiet shrewdness than any of them had given him credit for, had gently stabbed Mr.Trimmer in a weak spot.

It was the scow that old Trimmer wanted.