Then he suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, you're joking me." "No, honestly," protested Vandover, "that was just the way it happened." It was some little time before they could get over their impression of queerness, but by and by Geary cried out that the _tamales_ were getting cold.

They settled down to their lunch, and the first thing young Haight did was to cut his lip on the edge of the broken glass.

Turner had set it down with the others and he had inadvertently filled it for himself.
It was a trifling cut.

Turner fetched some court-plaster, and his lip was patched up.

For all that, it bled quite a little.