"Cut that out!" exclaimed Sammy, wrathfully. "Take a look at your sandwiches, fellows, and you'll know why I choked."
Frank and George took off the upper slice of bread from their sandwiches and stared.
The layer of chicken was fairly black with pepper and yellow with mustard. No one could say that Bob had been stingy with his seasoning.
For a moment no one said a word while all three stared at Bob with accusation in their eyes.
Bob stared back, but though he called on all his nerve to help him, he at last wavered and lowered his eyes.
"That's queer," he murmured.
"Mighty queer," retorted Frank.
"I must have got too much seasoning on," said Bob, brightly.
"What a good guesser," said George, sarcastically.
"Perhaps I was a little absent-minded," went on Bob. "I get that way sometimes."