And what if they did not insist on our leaving the island? It
would not be the same place with strangers around to meddle with our
things.
Dispossessed.
But the new owner of the island was even more of a boor than we had
anticipated. As soon as he landed he wanted to know what we were doing on
his property, and peremptorily ordered us off. Bill answered that we were
camping there, and politely asked if we couldn't stay out the summer. But
Gill would not listen to the idea. We must get off the island that very
day or he would see to it that we did.
I tell you it made us boil. We were just itching to give the pompous
little man the sound thrashing he deserved, but knew that we would stand a
very small show against his three powerful companions. At any rate, we
were determined not to leave at once. Instead, we repaired to Kite Island,
taking our belongings with us. Then we cut away the suspension, spar and
pontoon bridges, so that we would not be annoyed by any of the Gill crowd.
We were resolved that they should not benefit by any of the things we had
built.
At the dead of night we paddled back to Willow Clump Island, crept past
the slumbering intruders and waded out to the old water wheel.
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