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 />
“Don’t jaw!” said Coker.<br />
“But, look here, old fellow—!” pleaded Potter, “Look here—!” urged<br />
Greene,<br />
“I said don’t jaw!” Coker pointed out. Potter and Greene were earnest.<br />
Indeed they were almost tearful in their earnestness. They were worried,<br />
alarmed, in fact horrified, by Coker’s latest and maddest stunt, and his<br />
adamantine determination to carry on with it. Little as they could expect<br />
to enjoy Coker’s company, they were prepared to put up with it for the<br />
whole of the afternoon, to keep him from asking for trouble.<br />
“You see—!” said Potter.<br />
“Don’t you see,” said Greene.<br />
“They’re going it,” said Coker, grimly. “They’ve started! Listen to the<br />
cheeky little rotters! Just listen!”<br />
Coker was standing outside the door of the Rag. Potter and Greene were<br />
trying to edge him away to the door on the quad, in the hope of getting<br />
him out for the afternoon. But Coker was not to be edged.<br />
Voices could be heard from the Rag. They had, as Coker said, started.<br />
The Remove Dramatic Society were going strong with “Hamlet” by W.<br />
Shakespeare.<br />
Horatio says ‘tis but our fantasy,<br />
And will not let belief take hold of him.<br />
“That’s young Ogilvy,” said Coker. “Stop pushing me, Potter—what are you<br />
shoving a fellow for?”<br />
“I don’t think the rain will last,” said Potter. “We could get out on the<br />
jiggers, Coker.”<br />
“I’ve got something else to do, Potter. You can go out if you like.”<br />
“We shouldn’t enjoy a spin without you, Coker,” said Greene—perhaps<br />
considering it justifiable to exaggerate a little in a good cause.<br />
“Well, I may come later,” said Coker. “Listen to them! They’ve got the<br />
Ghost on now! I’ll give ‘em ghosts! That’s young Penfold speaking!”<br />
Looks it not like the king? Mark it, Horatio.<br />
“And that’s young Wharton,” said Coker, as the next voice came.<br />
Most like! It harrows me with fear and wonder.<br />
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