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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards giving you a lift to a pub, you fat frabjous footling frump. But if you want to get out, go ahead.” “Nobody’s stopping you!” grinned Bob Cherry. “Ha, ha, ha!” Billy Bunter gave the chums of the Remove a glare that might have cracked his spectacles. The boat pulled on, and the “Three Fishers,” and the greasy gentleman in the gateway, dropped astern. Evidently they were not going to land him there, for an interview with Mr. Banks about a horse! And the fat Owl certainly did not feel like getting out—with the boat in the middle of the river! Five fellows smiled, as the boat pulled on to Popper’s Island. Bunter sat and glared. Smithy had failed him: and it was clear that he was going to get no help from the Famous Five in his new career as a bold bad sportsman. It really began to look as if Bunter would never be “on,” and that Spanker would romp home regardless of him. Having circumnavigated Popper’s Island, Harry Wharton and Co. pulled back down the current. The “Three Fishers” came in sight again, and Bunter’s eyes and spectacles turned in that direction. Mr. Banks had disappeared from the gateway: but the gate stood wide open, and the fat Owl gave it a longing blink. “I say, you fellows—.” “Fathead!” “Will you put me ashore, you beasts—I mean, dear old chaps———?” “Ha, ha, ha!” “I’ve got to get on, you know,” urged Bunter. “If I don’t back Spanker today, it’s too late! I’ve simply got to get ‘on.’ ” “Chap can’t get on by backing geegees, old fat man,” said Bob Cherry, shaking his head. “That isn’t the way to get on.” “Ha, ha, ha!” “You silly ass,” howled Bunter. I mean I’ve got to get ‘on’—Look here, if I’m not ‘on’ in time, I shan’t win anything on Spanker.” “You wouldn’t anyhow—that’s all right.” “It’s a sure snip!” groaned Bunter. “I say, old chaps —dear old fellows—do pull in and let a fellow step ashore—You rotters, will you pull in?—I say, dear old fellows—.” “Ha, ha, ha!” “Beasts!” roared Bunter. The “Three Fishers” disappeared astern once more, as the boat pulled on. When they landed at the actual boathouse, there was just time to put up the boat, and cut in for calling-over. Billy Bunter rolled in, with deep feelings. He had a sure snip—he knew the horse that was going to romp Page 132 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards home—there was easy money waiting for his fat fingers to pick it up—and still he was not “on.” CHAPTER XXXIV ALSO RAN! “YAH” Billy Bunter made that decisive and defiant remark. He threw into it all the derision and scorn that could possibly be thrown into a single word. Harry Wharton and Co. looked at him. It was after dinner on Saturday. There was cricket that afternoon, to be followed by a dress rehearsal in the Rag under the superintendence of William Wibley. Between King Cricket and Prince Hamlet, the chums of the Remove had rather forgotten the existence of Billy Bunter. They were reminded of it when the fat Owl rolled up to them, and pronounced, with scorn and derision, the expressive monosyllable “Yah!” Bunter’s fat lip curled with scorn, His fat little nose was turned up—even more than Nature had turned it up to begin with. Scorn gleamed from his spectacles. “Hallo, hallo, hallo! What’s biting you, fatty?” asked Bob Cherry. “Is the bitefulness terrific?” inquired Hurree Jamset Ram Singh. “Yah!” repeated Bunter. “I’m on! See? So yah!” “You fat ass!” said Harry Wharton. “Yah! You wouldn’t let a chap out of your rotten boat! Well, I’ve jolly well done it, see, all the same. I jolly well met Banks in the lane, and I’m on! I say, though, wasn’t it lucky I met him?” added Bunter. “Lucky for Banks,” agreed Bob Cherry. “I daresay he can do with a quid— he looks as if he can’t afford any soap.” “Eh? Banks won’t make anything, you fathead,” snorted Bunter. “Banks will have to pay out four quids, along with the stake, after the race, when Spanker has romped home.” “I can see him doing it!” “Oh, that’s all right,” said Bunter. “I’m on Spanker at four to one, That will see me through. After I’ve got my winnings, I’m going over to Courtfield to pay Parker. I’ve had a lot of worry over that bill, especially after the way Wharton let me down over that Latin paper—.” “You fat villain!” “Well, you jolly well did let me down, as you jolly well know. And you’d have stopped me backing Spanker, if you could! Yah! I’m jolly well on, and you Page 133 of 161
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