" He paused, not for lack of arguments but for lack
of breath.
"So that's the way it is, is it?" said old Trimmer darkly. "Well,
we'll see."
"Sure we'll see," said Pee-wee. "That shows how much you know about
geography and international law and all those things. Suppose Cape Cod
should break off and float away. Would it belong to New Hampshire any
more--I mean Connecticut--I mean Massachusetts? Gee whiz, we're going
to stay right here because we're on a public waterway and anyway you
don't own the scow that this land is on, do you?"
There was, of course, no answer to this fine analysis of the legal
points involved.
"That there scow was under my land," said old Trimmer.
"It was in the river and it wasn't on anybody's land as I understand
it," said Townsend in his funny way. "Your land trespassed on the
scow----"
"Sure it did!" interrupted Pee-wee. "It really had no right to do
that, Mr. Trimmer, unless you can show that you own the scow. As I
understand it this is a kind of a legal sandwich. The land that used
to be a part of your field is between the scow and us----"
"Sure it is!" vociferated Pee-wee, caught by the idea of a sandwich so
huge and picturesque. "We're kind of like one of the slices of breads
and the scow is the other slice. It's thick and dark like rye bread,"
he added to make the picture more graphic.
"It's a kind of a legal sandwich," said Townsend, sitting back against
the tree with his knees drawn up and talking with a calmness and
seriousness which aroused the wrath of old Trimmer.
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