It seemed to be subject to earthquakes for as Pee-wee stood upon it he felt a slight jarring beneath him.

Undoubtedly the island depended on the tree more than the tree depended on the island; one might have fancied that the island carried too much soil.
But Pee-wee's surprise at the instability of his Conquest was nothing to his astonishment at the voice which he presently heard above him.
"Hello, what are you doing down there ?" Pee-wee looked up and beheld a boy seated comfortably in the branches of the tree.

He was looking down through the profusion of blossoms with an exceedingly merry face, and had apparently been witnessing the arrival of the discoverer with silent amusement.
"Some desert island, hey ?" he laughed.
"Are you a native ?" Pee-wee shouted.
"Sure, I'm part of the wild life of the island, I'm a scout," the boy called down.

"Come on up, there's room for two on this branch.

If the island should lurch you might get your feet wet." "What is this island anyway ?" Pee-wee asked, somewhat taken aback by the discovery that he was not the discoverer.