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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards smoke-bomb has been dropped down the chimney—.” “Unparalleled!” said Prout. “We must discover, without delay, the author of this outrage.” Quelch breathed hard. “He will, of course, be expelled from the school immediately he is discovered. Let us lose no time!” The beaks lost no time. In the Rag, the performance of “Hamlet,” by W. Shakespeare, was going strong, actors and audience in blissful ignorance of what was happening elsewhere. But all the rest of Greyfriars soon knew that some young rascal, with an audacity which Mr. Prout justly described as unparalleled, had dropped stink-bombs down the chimney of Common-Room and stunk out a Masters’ Meeting! For which that young rascal, as soon as he was found, was going to be sacked on the spot! CHAPTER XL GOOD SHOW! “I SAY, you fellows!” Billy Bunter squeaked eagerly. The show was over. “Hamlet,” by W. Shakespeare, had been duly presented by the Remove Dramatic Society, to great applause. The curtain had come down on the remarkable collection of the slain which distinguishes the last act, after which the slain had all promptly come to life again, to take their call before the curtain. Now the audience was crowding out of the Rag, and the actors were cleaning off grease-paint, changing their attire, and becoming schoolboys again. Bunter’s Benefit had been a success--there was no doubt about that. And Bunter, at least, remembered that it was tea-time. “I say, you fellows!” howled Bunter. “Hallo, hallo, hallo! Enjoyed the show, old fat man?” asked Bob Cherry. “Eh? Oh! Well, I’m glad it’s over,” said Bunter. But, I say, you fellows, it’s tea-time. Where’s the cash- box?” “Ha, ha, ha!” “Blessed if I see anything to cackle at! Look here. I tell you it’s tea-time- --.” “And what has the cash-box got to do with tea-time?” inquired Johnny Bull. “Oh, really, Bull—.” “You fat villain,” said Harry Wharton. “We’ve been raising the wind to pay your bill at Parker’s, not to start you guzzling at the tuck-shop.” “Oh, really, Wharton—.” “Kick him out!” said Wibley. Page 154 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards “Look here, you beasts, it’s my benefit, ain’t it?” hooted Bunter: “I’m going to pay Parker, of—of course. I’m expecting a postal-order to-morrow—.” “Oh, my hat!” “The same one you were expecting last term?” asked Nugent. “Or the one you were expecting the term before?” inquired the Bounder. “Ha, ha, ha!” “I don’t want a lot of jaw,” howled Bunter. “I want my own money, see? I can manage my own affairs without you fellows butting in, I can tell you. You just hand over that cash-box, and mind your own business.” Billy Bunter blinked indignantly at a crowd of grinning faces. Words could hardly have expressed his indignation. He had sat through that performance of “Hamlet,” by W. Shakespeare, from beginning to end, getting hungrier and hungrier, looking forward eagerly to the end, when he would be able to collect the cash results of his benefit. Now, it seemed, these interfering fellows were still determined to butt into his business! Bunter, certainly, wanted to pay Mr. Parker and have done with him. But he saw no reason why he should not draw temporarily- on the cash in the cash-box, and make up any deficiency later with a postal-order he was expecting. If, unhappily, that postal-order didn’t arrive, no doubt he would be in difficulties again. But that, Bunter considered, was his own business and nobody else’s: and he did not want any interference with his disposal of the cash! Little as he wanted it, however, he was going to get it! Peter Todd came across to him. He did not speak—he took Bunter by a fat ear, and slewed him round. Bunter gave a howl of horrid anticipation. His horrid anticipations were immediately realised. Thud! “Yarooogh!” roared Bunter, as Peter’s foot landed on the tightest rousers in the county of Kent. Thud! “Ow! Beast! I tell you—.” Thud! “Yooo-boooop!” Billy Bunter departed—in haste. It was tea-time: and Bunter was hungry: and the cash- box was full of cash: and it was Bunter’s Benefit. Nevertheless, it was clear that Bunter, if he lingered, was going to get more kicks than ha’pence. He departed, yelling—the most indignant Owl ever. The Remove Dramatic Society proceeded with cleaning, and changing, and Page 155 of 161
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