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 />
come in as audience if he likes. What on earth do you mean?”<br />
“He’s up against it,” said Bob.<br />
“Is he?” said Wibley, staring. With his mind full of “Hamlet,” Wibley was<br />
not likely to remember the trials and tribulations of so unimportant a<br />
personage as William George Bunter. “Somebody after him for raiding a<br />
cake? What does Bunter matter?”<br />
“Not much, perhaps,” admitted Bob. “But he’s landed himself in an awful<br />
scrape. He hasn’t paid Parker for that bike—.”<br />
“Eh? Oh! Yes! I remember. Well, now we’re through—.” Wibley moved<br />
towards the door. He did not seem interested in Bunter.<br />
“We’re not through till Bob’s said his piece, fathead,” said Johnny Bull.<br />
“Shut up a minute.”<br />
“Well, what about helping him through?” said Bob. “The fat chump<br />
thought of the idea himself, and told Wharton—a benefit performance—.”<br />
“What?” ejaculated Wibley.<br />
“A benefit for Bunter!” exclaimed Vernon-Smith.<br />
“Bunter’s benefit!” said Johnny Bull, staring. “Rot!”<br />
“The rotfulness is somewhat terrific, my esteemed Bob.”<br />
“It would, mean charging for admission,” said <strong>Frank</strong> Nugent.<br />
“Which being interpreted means that nobody would come!” said the<br />
Bounder. “And who the thump is Bunter that anybody should bother about<br />
him?”<br />
“Well, he’s nobody in particular,” agreed Bob. “But he’s a born idiot—.”<br />
“Is that why you’re bothering about him?” asked the Bounder,<br />
sarcastically. “A fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind—is that it?”<br />
“Oh, don’t be an ass, Smithy! Look here,” said Bob, “you did him a good<br />
turn yourself, if you come to that. You must have lost two or three quids<br />
on that bike you gave him seven guineas for.”<br />
“And I was an ass for my pains. He’s been blowing the tin on tuck instead<br />
of paying Parker.”<br />
“I know! All the same, he’s heading for a fearful row. Parker will go to the<br />
Head if he isn’t paid.”<br />
“Let him!” said Smithy, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Serve him right!”<br />
“Um!” said Bob. “I daresay it would serve the fat ass right—but that isn’t<br />
the point. Give every man his deserts, and who will escape whipping—<br />
Shakespeare.”<br />
“Oh, give Shakespeare a rest! We’re getting enough of him.”<br />
“Well, look here,” said Bob. “Bunter’s for it, if nothing’s done. We could<br />
see him through by making this Bunter’s benefit. Lots of fellows would<br />
play up. We could raise the amount——,”<br />
“And hand it over to Bunter to blow at the tuck-shop?” asked Smithy.<br />
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