"
"I know a riddle," shouted Pee-wee. "Why is a stu----"
"Stop!" shouted Townsend.
"I was going to ask a riddle about a stu----"
A chorus of protest drowned his voice.
"A stu--" he roared, "debaker. It's a riddle about a Studebaker car!"
"Let's tell Ford stories!" shouted Brownie.
"I know a lot of them!" shouted Pee-wee.
"Why is this island like a Ford car?" Townsend asked.
"Why?"
"What's the answer?"
"Because there are a lot of nuts on it," said Townsend. "Why is Scout
Harris like a Ford? Because he's small but makes a lot of noise.
Horrible! Here's a better one. Why is----"
"I know one! I know one!" shouted Pee-wee.
"Let's see if we can catch some eels," said Townsend.
CHAPTER XXXII
VENGEANCE
On Sunday night they turned in for their last sleep on the island.
That the island had proved a quitter on two momentous occasions had not
prejudiced them against it. With all its faults they loved it still.
The only thing they had against it was that it would not remain still.
Though it was small and of an unromantic squareness, it seemed the
center of a vast empire during the week which was now ending and they
were sorry at the thought of leaving it. But at least the Alligator
Patrol was started and, like the island itself, nothing could stop it.
The night was chilly so they slept in the tent. So profound was their
sleep that they did not hear the dipping oars of an approaching boat
which came down the river after midnight.
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