Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

Billy Bunter’s Benefit
By Frank Richards
“Yow-ow-ow-ow!”
“Let this be a warning to you!”
“Wow! Wow! Wow!”
Mr. Quelch tucked the cane under his arm again, and swept out of the
Rag. He left Billy Bunter yelling with anguish, and every other fellow
yelling with laughter.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE ONLY WAY!
“BUNTER’S signature tune,” remarked Bob Cherry.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
It was after prep, and the Famous Five were in No.1 Study, chatting
before going down to the Rag. Through the open doorway floated sounds
that indicated that somebody was feeling hurt.
“Ow! Oooh! Wow!”
Those sounds of woe heralded the approach of Billy Bunter. Evidently the
Owl of the Remove was still feeling the effects of the swiping in the Rag.
Hours had elapsed since Quelch’s cane had swiped. Quelch, probably, had
dismissed the matter from his mind. But William George Bunter did not
find it so easy to dismiss. He had too many reminiscent twinges. Quelch
had felt it his duty to lay it on hard, and Quelch was a whale on duty.
A fat and lugubrious face looked into the study: to be greeted by a
general grin. Mr. Quelch had taken the affair of the Latin paper very
seriously. Bunter had taken it still more seriously! But the rest of the
Remove roared over it.
“I say, you fellows,” squeaked Bunter, dismally.
“Done your prep?” asked Nugent.
“No!” groaned Bunter. “How can a fellow do his prep, standing up like a
horse?”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Blessed if I see anything to cackle at! Quelch seemed to think he was
beating a carpet!” moaned Bunter. “I haven’t sat down since—just leaned
on things, you know——.”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“It’s all your fault, Wharton! You let me in for this!” said Bunter, with an
indignant blink at the captain of the Remove.
“I did!” exclaimed Harry, in astonishment.
“Yes, you! Quelch said that that Latin paper was some of Virgil’s tosh. I
suppose he knows!”
“The knowfulness is probably terrific,” chuckled Hurree Jamset Ram
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