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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards that. Having hurled it open, he stumped in. Only too clearly, the Bounder was in a bad temper, as Bunter had already guessed. Smithy’s adventures that afternoon did not conduce to equanimity. He had derived some satisfaction from getting hold of Coker’s bike, and leaving Coker stranded. That bike had given him a useful lift down to Courtfield, where Mr. Parker, at the cycle-shop, had engaged to collect the wreck from Redclyffe Hill and repair the same. After which, Coker’s bike had provided him with another lift, back to the school. But Smithy had too many aches and pains lingering all over him to be in a good temper. And the spill on Redclyffe Hill had damaged his self-esteem, as well as his bike and his person. He blamed Billy Bunter for that spill, not his own tendency to swank. He was as anxious to see Bunter as Bunter was not to see him. He did not walk into the study. He stamped into it. Bunter, behind the wide-open door, palpitated. If Smithy went across the study before closing the door, the fat Owl had a chance. Smithy did. The first object that caught his eye was the wide-open cupboard door. He crossed to the cupboard, staring at it. Then Bunter heard his voice. “My hat! Who’s been here?” That somebody had been there, a glance revealed. A large cake was missing, and there was a sprinkling of crumbs on the floor, where Bunter had stood at the cupboard devouring tarts and dough-nuts. As Tom Redwing, who shared that study with Smithy, was up at Hawkscliff that afternoon, it was clear that some extraneous and surreptitious person had been in No. 4 Study. And that the Bounder guessed, without difficulty, the identity of that extraneous and surreptitious person was revealed by his next ejaculation. “That fat scoundrel!” “Oh, crikey!” breathed Bunter, inaudibly. When tuck was missing in a Remove study, fellows naturally thought of Billy Bunter. Smithy’s face, already very expressive, grew more so as he stood staring into the denuded cupboard. Billy Bunter peered from behind the door. Smithy, standing at the cupboard, had his back to the doorway. Was this Bunter’s chance? The fat Owl had a momentary glimpse of Smithy’s back as he stood at the cupboard. Then Smithy moved, and Bunter popped back into hiding, his fat head disappearing behind the door like that of a tortoise into its shell. Smithy moved across to the armchair. He stood staring at that, and the crumbs with which it was adorned. Page 22 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards “By gad! I’ll burst him! That fat villain! He had my cake, and sat here to scoff it! “I—I—I’ll——.” Words seemed to fail Smithy. Bunter, behind the door, could not see him: but Smithy’s ejaculations showed him where he was—standing at the armchair. His back would be turned doorward. The fat Owl projected a fat head again beyond the cover of the door, and blinked cautiously out. This was his chance. Palpitating, hardly daring to breathe, Bunter emerged from behind the door on tiptoe. If only the beast did not turn his head till Bunter had tiptoed out of the study—. But he did! Smithy, looked round. Then he jumped. Bunter had bagged his bike, and, as Smithy had no doubt, bagged his cake—and he was yearning to see Bunter! Now, unexpectedly, he saw him—creeping round the door that had hidden him, to bolt. For a second Smithy stared blankly at the unexpected sight—then he rushed across the study. “Oh!” gasped Bunter. Bunter did not stop to think. He had no time to think: and thinking was not his long suit, anyway. As the Bounder charged at him. Bunter hurled the cake—and that sudden missile caught the Bounder under the chin, and stopped his charge. He staggered. Bunter had a moment! He made the most of it! As the cake fell in fragments round the tottering Bounder, Bunter leaped through the doorway and fled. The roar of wrath from No. 4 Study spurred him on. To reach No. 7 Study, dart in, slam the door, and turn the key, would have been the work of a few seconds. It was just unfortunate for Billy Bunter, and for Fisher T. Fish, that the latter was coming down the passage at that moment. Bunter did not even see him. And Fisher T. Fish, naturally, was not expecting a fat figure to leap suddenly out of a study and hurl itself along the passage. They met with a crash. “Oh!” spluttered Bunter. “Gee-whiz!” stuttered Fisher T. Fish. A fat figure and a bony one bumped on the floor. The fat one sprawled breathless. The bony one sat up dizzily. “Say, whadyer know?” gasped Fisher T. Fish. “You fat clam, what’s this game? You bone-headed piecan—you pie-faced mugwump—ow——wow!” Forth from No. 4 Study, like a lion from his lair, rushed the Bounder. What happened next, Billy Bunter remembered for days afterwards. How many kicks he collected before he escaped, he could not have calculated, without going into high figures. It seemed to him about a million. After which, Smithy went back to his study, feeling better. Billy Bunter, to Page 23 of 161
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