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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards mind your own business, Bob Cherry.” “Oh, my hat!” “Like your cheek to butt into another fellow’s affairs! Just mind your own business, and leave me to mind mine!” yapped Bunter. “You’ve asked for that, Bob,” said Harry Wharton. “Now who’s going to kick Bunter out of the study?” “Oh, really, Wharton—.” “How’s business?” Vernon-Smith came into the study. “Hallo, what’s that fat frog doing here? Don’t let him get at the cashbox.” “Oh, really, Smithy——.” “Bunter would like to take charge of the cash,” grinned Nugent. “I fancy his postal-order hasn’t come.” “Ha, ha, ha!” “Look here, you cheeky beast—.” “Three half-crowns,” said Smithy, dropping them into the cash-box. “I’ve sold three tickets in the Shell, Shall I kick Bunter out as I go?” ‘‘Do “Why, you cheeky rotter—yaroooh—if you jolly well kick me, Smithy, I’ll jolly well—wow-wow-wow! Wow!” Billy Bunter faded out of No. 1 Study, with the assistance of the Bounder. Loud howls floated back from the passage. “We’re getting on,” remarked Bob Cherry, giving the cash-box a shake. “Must be jolly near three quids already. And we shall take at least a quid at the doors. Hallo, hallo, hallo! Is that Bunter again? Buzz off, Bunter.” Billy Bunter did not buzz off. He marched into the study with a determined expression on his face. His little round eyes were gleaming with determination behind his big round spectacles. Bunter had the look of a fellow who was not going to be trifled with. “Now, look here, you fellows!” said the fat Owl. “I daresay you mean well. I’m obliged to you, and all that. But this is my benefit, and a fellow prefers to keep his own affairs in his own hands. I’m taking charge of that cash-box, and I don’t want any of you butting in. Get that clear.” Five fellows gazed at William George Bunter. The expressions on their faces were very expressive. Indeed they were frightfully expressive. The Famous Five looked at Bunter almost as if they could have eaten him. Unheeding the danger-signals, the fat Owl burbled on. “I’m looking after this! Mind, I don’t mean that I wouldn’t trust you fellows,” added Bunter, kindly. “Trust us!” gasped Bob Cherry. Page 142 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards “But a fellow prefers to look after his own money, explained Bunter. “His own money!” gurgled Johnny Bull. “Well, it’s mine, ain’t it?” said Bunter, blinking at him, “All takings go to the benefit, and it’s my benefit. You can’t get out of that. You fellows can’t expect to make anything out of it.” “Make anything!” repeated Harry Wharton, like a fellow in a trance. “I prefer to handle the cash myself. I may need some of it—.” “What?” howled Bob Cherry. “I’ve been disappointed about a postal-order———.” “You fat villain!” “Oh, really, Cherry! I suppose a fellow can spend his own money if he likes,” exclaimed Billy Bunter, warmly. “Think you’re going to butt in? Blessed if I ever heard of such cheek!” Bunter stretched out a fat hand to the cash-box. “I’m jolly well looking after this—.” “Let that box alone!” roared Johnny Bull. “Shan’t!” retorted Bunter, independently. “My esteemed idiotic Bunter—.” “Yah! If you fellows think you’re going to have the handling of my money, you’re jolly well got another guess coming! Looks to me as if you’re on the make—” “On the make!” stuttered Bob. “Oh, my only hat! Why, you fat, frabjous, frumptious, footling freak—.” “Well, it jolly well looks like it, and I can jolly well say plainly—yarooh! Yoo-hooop! Oh, crikey! Wow!” That was all, from Bunter. Five fellows jumped up as if moved by the same spring. Five pairs of hands collared William George Bunter. The fattest figure in the Grey- friars Remove shot through the doorway like a stone from a catapult. A bump and a roar echoed back from the passage. The door banged after Bunter. A fat, breathless, deeply-indignant Owl tottered away—still stony, in spite of the funds that were rolling in for his benefit! CHAPTER XXXVII CURTAIN UP! WILLIAM WIBLEY rubbed his hands. “We’re getting on,” he said. Wibley was peering through the curtain. Page 143 of 161
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