about half past one
And Turnbull sat down on the grass and went off into reverberations of laughter . A second afterwards the most extraordinary grimaces were seen to distort the stiff face of MacIan , and unholy sounds came from within . He had never practised laughing , and it hurt him very much . At about half past one , under a strong blue sky , Turnbull got up out of the grass and fern in which he had been lying , and his still intermittent laughter ended in a kind of yawn . `` I 'm hungry , '' he said shortly . `` Are you ? '' `` I have not noticed , '' answered MacIan .