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 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.