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 />
This was rather a new departure for the fat Owl. All the Remove knew<br />
that Vernon-Smith had racing papers, and sometimes backed a “gee” with<br />
a frowsy gentleman who hung about the “Three Fishers” up the river. It<br />
was one way of getting rid of his too-ample pocket-money. But really it<br />
was not in Bunter’s line at all. Bunter preferred to invest his money, when<br />
he had it, in foodstuffs.<br />
“You unspeakable idiot!” said Bob, “Are you taking up this muck like<br />
Smithy?”<br />
“Well, it’s all Wharton’s fault,” said Bunter. “He let me down over that<br />
Latin paper. Linley’s got the prize, as you jolly well know. I’ve got to pay<br />
Parker, haven’t I?”<br />
“Oh, scissors!” gasped Bob. He realised that this was a new device of the<br />
fat Owl’s for raising the wind! Bunter was going to settle Mr. Parker’s bill<br />
by backing winners!<br />
“I’m four pounds short,” went on Bunter. “I—I had four pounds four, and<br />
the Latin prize would have seen me through, only Wharton let me down, as<br />
you know. Now I’ve only got three pounds seven. Well, I can get four to<br />
one on Spanker for the two-thirty on Saturday. It’s easy money.”<br />
Bob gazed at him.<br />
“That’s four quid,” explained Bunter. “It will just see me through, and I<br />
shall be able to pay Parker, and have done with it, I can tell you I shall be<br />
jolly glad to have done with it. I’ve had more than enough trouble over<br />
that bill of Parker’s. Gimme that paper.”<br />
“You know all about picking winners, I suppose!” remarked Bob,<br />
sarcastically.<br />
“Oh, that’s all right! It’s Snipster’s Special Snip!” said Bunter. “Spanker<br />
will romp home.” Bunter’s eyes glistened behind his spectacles. “Straight<br />
from the horse’s mouth!”<br />
“Smithy ought to be kicked,” said Bob. “You howling ass, you don’t win<br />
money on horses—you lose: as well as getting a flogging if you’re spotted.<br />
As this paper is Smithy’s, I’ll give it back to him.”<br />
“Look, here, you jolly well mind your own business,” exclaimed Bunter,<br />
indignantly. “Nobody asked you to barge in, Bob Cherry.”<br />
“I’m doing it unasked, old fat top! It’s up to any chap with a spot of sense<br />
to look after a born idiot,” explained Bob.<br />
“Why, you—you—you cheeky beast!” gasped Bunter.<br />
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