own heart of the
interior seems to be the only place we can be sure of. At least it
always stays inside. Hand me that grocery box from the extreme
southern shore, will you? And another prune? The heart of my interior
demands another prune. Do you know, Discoverer, what I think? I think
I see a settlement. I don't know where it is because I don't know
which way I'm facing, but I'm certainly facing a settlement--or at
least I was a second ago. There it is again. I think we're nearing
the coast of Japan; I see a Japanese lantern. That's funny. Did we
pass the Philippines?"

"I don't know," said Brownie. "We passed Corbett's Lumber Yard."

"The Philippines are farther along," said Townsend; "they're the second
turn to our left. If this island hits Japan they'll grab it; I have a
feeling that they'll grab it like the island of Yap."

"_I've got an inspiration! I've got an inspiration!_" shouted Pee-wee
in a voice of thunder. "I know where we're at. That's Mr. Skybrow's
place down there. He owns a lot of railroads and things! They're
having a lawn party there to-night!"

"Are they having anything to eat?" Townsend asked quietly.

"Yum, yum--m-m-m!" said Pee-wee. "They have everything. Once I went
to Minerva's birthday party and I couldn't go to school all next week,
that's how much they have to eat there. Get the clothes-sticks. Get
the clothes-sticks! Let's pole the island to shore. I bet she'll like
you because you're big--I'll introduce you to her--all my old troop is
going to be there--hurry up--push--keep pushing!"

"Reach over to the west coast and hand me that pole from the north
coast before it goes over to the east coast," said Townsend quietly.

"Get up! _Get up_!" shouted Pee-wee, all excitement. "Aren't you
going to get up?"

"Positively," said Townsend, dragging himself to his feet.

"Shh!" said Pee-wee, "let's surprise them."

"You're the only one that's making any noise," said Townsend.

"I mean myself, too," said Pee-wee. "Shhhh."

"He's telling himself to keep still," Brownie, unable to control his
laughter.

"I mean all of us--me too," said Pee-wee. "Shh."

It was during the long and rather difficult process of poling the
island to shore that Pee-wee, unable to impose more than comparative
quiet upon himself, edified his companions with an account of his
recent adventure in Barrel Alley.

And it was his seemingly ominous mention of "cops" and fugitives which
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