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 />
The identity of “Spanker” was now revealed.<br />
“If you had as much sense in your head as I’ve got in my little finger,<br />
you’d be twice as clever as you ain’t. Gimme that paper!”<br />
<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter made a snatch at Sporting Snips. Holding the racing paper out<br />
of reach with his left hand, Bob gave the fat Owl a gentle push with his<br />
right, on the widest part of his circumference.<br />
“Urrrrrggghh!” gurgled Bunter.<br />
He sat down again suddenly on the settee.<br />
“Wurrrrrgh!”<br />
Leaving the fat Owl urrghing and wurrghing, Bob Cherry crumpled the<br />
racing paper into his pocket, and went down the staircase. There was a<br />
frown on his sunny face. Smithy’s shady ways were no concern of his: but<br />
when Smithy’s racing papers fell into the hands of an egregious ass like<br />
Bunter, it was quite a different matter,<br />
“Hallo, hallo, hallo! Seen Smithy?” asked Bob, coming on the Co. at the<br />
doorway of the Rag.<br />
“Yes, he’s in the Rag,” answered Harry Wharton. “What’s up?”<br />
“I’ve got something of his he ought to keep in a safe place. I’m going to<br />
shove it down his back.”<br />
“Wha-a-t?”<br />
Bob Cherry tramped into the Rag, and the Co. followed him, rather<br />
startled. Herbert Vernon-Smith, seated in an armchair with one leg<br />
crossed over the other, did not heed him. The Bounder had a thoughtful<br />
expression on his face<br />
—thinking, perhaps, of the chances of Spanker in the two-thirty! But he<br />
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