“The question is, is it?” I told him. “Any one else wants to ask an answer?” “I’ll ask one,” Sandy said. “_Yes, we have no marbles._” “The question to that is, _Why don’t we make some marble cake?_” I said. “The way you do it is to subtract the adverb from the combined total with one to carry. Here comes a man.” “You better stop your nonsense or he’ll think you’re crazy,” Pee-wee said. “I bet he’s going to chase us away from here.” “I wonder where _he_ blew in from,” Sandy said. “_Blew in!_ That’s a good one!” Dub said. “There isn’t enough breeze to blow any one to an ice cream soda.” “Well, I’m going to go to one pretty soon whether I get blown to it or not,” Pee-wee shouted. By that time we were all sitting up brushing the grass off ourselves and straightening up our hair kind of, on account of the man who was coming toward us. “I think something is going to happen,” Dub said. CHAPTER V THE STRANGER That man kept coming straight toward us across the green. “Maybe we’re trespassing, hey?” Pee-wee said, kind of scared. “Now maybe we’re going to get into trouble.” Pretty soon I saw the man was smiling and I knew everything was all right. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead and I saw he had a bald head--he didn’t have one hair on his head even. It looked like an egg. But anyway, he was smiling. Dub said, “It’s all right, the face with a smile, grins.” I said, “Hey mister, will you please tell us how to get off this field? We were hiking whichever way the wind blew and it stopped blowing, so now we can’t move.” “You better look out how you talk,” Pee-wee said in a whisper. By that time the man was right there. He was an awful nice man. He said, “There isn’t the slightest thing to worry about.” I said, “We thought maybe we were going to get arrested.” He said, “Oh dear me, no. I wouldn’t _think_ of arresting Boy Scouts.” “You might do it without thinking,” Dub said. The man said, “I always look before I leap.” Then he said, “May I sit down and make myself at home?” He sat down on the grass with his knees up and his arms around them. Gee, he was nice and friendly like. He said, “I’m tired myself. I’ve had a long walk.” When I told him we were Scouts from Temple Camp, he was a lot interested. He said he knew all about Temple Camp. I asked him, “Do you live around here?” “Not just here,” he said; “I live in Bagley Center. This is Bagley’s Green. I’m Saul Bagley. My people settled all this country around here. My father was Ephraim Bagley. This was all the old Bagley farm through here. Where that station is, used to be an apple orchard. You know if I had my way that whole strip of forest land east of Black Lake would belong to Temple Camp now. No one was sorrier than I was, when the camp didn’t get it; it was a pretty mean business all through. I told Mr. John Temple so myself. He’s a very fine man, Mr. John Temple.”