It seemed to have found a satisfactory home at last.
"What do you call this thing, anyway ?" one of the visitors asked.
"It's a desert island," said Pee-wee.

"Can't you see what it is?
Don't you know a desert island when you see one?
Gee whiz, you're in high school, you ought to know a desert island when you see one.

I know you," he added, addressing one of the visitors; "you're on the basket-ball team, your name is Chase, your first name is Wingate and you're all the time going around with Grove Bronson's sister and he's in the troop that I'm not in any more." In the face of these unquestionable facts Wingate Chase was helpless; he could not do otherwise than admit his identity.
"We're going to have some events on Saturday," he said.

"This fellow with me is from the Edgemere High School and----" "He's going to get beaten," shouted Pee-wee; "because Bridgeboro High School can lick all the high schools around here, in athletics and debates and everything." "That's all right, Kiddo," said the fellow from Edgemere High School.
"You bet it's all right," said Pee-wee.
"We were thinking we'd like to use your island," said Wingate Chase.
"You don't want to take it to Edgemere, do you ?" Townsend Ripley asked.
"We don't allow it to be taken from the premises.

You may use it here if you care to." "Find out what they want to use it for," shouted Pee-wee.
"What do you want to use it for ?" Townsend asked.
"Tell them they'll have to pay for any damage they do to it," Pee-wee said.
"We just want to put a flag on it," Wingate Chase said.
"You mean you want to take possession of it ?" Pee-wee demanded.