Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter’s <strong>Benefit</strong><br />
<strong>By</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> <strong>Richards</strong><br />
“I haven’t seen you swotting over it.”<br />
“Eh? Oh! No! I don’t need to swot, like you do, Peter.” Bunter tapped a<br />
podgy forehead. “Brains, you know! That’s what does it.”<br />
“Oh, my hat!”<br />
“Ha, ha, ha!”<br />
“You can cackle,” said Bunter, disdainfully. “Wait till Quelch dishes out<br />
the prize tomorrow! You’re not in it, Peter! Nor you, Linley! You couldn’t do<br />
a paper as good as mine in a dozen lifetimes.”<br />
“Thanks,” said Mark, with a chuckle.<br />
“Well, I asked a fellow who knows, and he said so!” snorted Bunter. “That<br />
prize is as good as in my trousers pocket. Quelch is going through the<br />
papers now, and I don’t fancy he’ll bother much about the rest after<br />
seeing mine. So yah!”<br />
<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter rolled to an armchair, and deposited his fat person therein.<br />
Evidently Bunter’s confidence was complete, and he regarded the Latin<br />
prize as being as good as in his trousers pocket. The trifling circumstance<br />
that the paper was not his own did not weigh on Bunter’s mind. Indeed, he<br />
had almost forgotten that trifling circumstance by this time. Quelch<br />
couldn’t know that it was Wharton’s paper, so that was all right! That it<br />
was not Wharton’s paper, but had been written two thousand years ago by<br />
P. Vergilius Maro, Bunter was as yet happily unaware. That was a discovery<br />
he had yet to make!<br />
There was a step in the passage. An angular figure appeared in the<br />
doorway of the Rag.<br />
Mr. Quelch looked in.<br />
The buzz of voices and laughter died away. All the juniors in the Rag<br />
looked at Mr. Quelch, and there was sudden silence. Quelch’s face, often<br />
expressive, was extremely expressive now. His brows were knitted in a<br />
frown that could only be described as terrific. Under his knitted brows<br />
his gimlet-eyes glinted. They fairly flashed over the startled crowd in the<br />
Rag.<br />
The juniors waited for the thunder to roll! Evidently something had<br />
happened to rouse Quelch’s deepest ire. They noticed that he had a paper<br />
in his hand, and a cane under his arm. That cane, evidently, had been<br />
brought there for use. They could only wonder who was going to be the<br />
happy victim.<br />
For a moment, Mr. Quelch surveyed the Rag in a dead silence.<br />
Then he spoke.<br />
“Is Bunter here?”<br />
Which was a relief to every fellow except <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter,<br />
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