Islands, they're discovered and then you own them, that's the way it is.

Findings is keepings with islands." "Is that so ?" said old Trimmer, half-interested and examining what might be called the underpinning of the island with keen preoccupation.
[Illustration: The boys hold the island in spite of old Trimmer's protest.] "Well, you'll just clear off'n this here property double quick.

Pile in here and I'll set you ashore." "Don't you go," urged Pee-wee; "we've got a right here; we're going to camp on this island." "Sure we are," said Roly Poly.
"And you can't make us get off, either, because it isn't on your land." Old Trimmer wasted no words.

"Pile in here, all of you," he said, indicating the boat, "or I'll have yer all up fer trespassin'." "Do you own this old scow or whatever it is underneath us ?" Townsend asked quietly.
"Look a'here, young feller, no talkin' back," said old Trimmer testily; "come along, step lively.

I'm going to tow this whole business back up to where it belongs.