"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.
"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.