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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards envelope, sealed and addressed the same, and stamped it. Then he rolled away to catch the post with the letter. Then, in quite a happy and satisfied state, he rolled away to the bike-shed to wheel out his new bike. Now that he had a bike, there was time after class to cut across to Cliff House, and Bunter was keenly interested to learn whether Bessie’s hamper had yet arrived. Two Remove fellows were at the doorway of the bike shed—Herbert Vernon-Smith and his chum Tom Redwing. The Bounder was scowling. “Look here, you can borrow a jigger to come out, Smithy,” Redwing was saying. “Any fellow would lend you his.” “I’m not going to borrow a machine,” grunted the Bounder, “I never lent mine.” “Well, that’s right, I suppose,” said Redwing. “It’s all that fat fool’s fault,” growled the Bounder, with a scowl at Billy Bunter as he rolled up. He stalked away, still scowling. Bunter grinned, as he roIled in for his machine. He had a bike now—a brand-new bike—and Smithy hadn’t one— which was a change: quite a pleasant change, in fact. Smithy’s bike was at Parker’s for repairs. He had to wait a week for its return. A fellow who had always curtly refused to lend his jigger could hardly start as a borrower of jiggers, and Smithy hated asking favours, anyway. So for the present he was bikeless. Which rather amused Billy Bunter. Bunter ran his machine out quite gaily. It was a spotless and speckless new machine when Bunter pedalled away on it. It was neither spotless nor speckless when he came back. Bunter had floundered in several puddles, and contrived somehow to buckle a mudguard. He did not, of course, think of cleaning down his machine when he put it up. The way Billy Bunter looked after a bike made it probable that his new machine would soon bear a close resemblance to his old one! —perhaps even before that “fait accompli” had caused Mr. Bunter to settle the bill. If, indeed, Mr. Bunter did settle the bill, which was by no means certain yet. BLACK MONDAY! CHAPTER X “Oh! Six or seven fellows looked round at Billy Bunter. Page 36 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards It was Monday morning. When the Remove came out in break, some of them went to look at the letter-rack: among them, naturally, William George Bunter. Bunter was not only expecting a postal-order, which was his perpetual state: but he was expecting a reply to his letter home. Often and often there was no letter for Bunter when he looked. But on this particular Monday morning there was a letter. It was addressed to him in the parental hand. Bunter opened it hopefully. His pater, at least, had replied. There existed a bare possibility of a remittance in the letter, as well as a reply. That possibility faded out as the fat Owl unfolded the parental missive. There was no remittance. But there was an enclosure, though it was not a postal order, and bore no resemblance whatever to a postal-order. Billy Bunter blinked at it as he took it out. PARKER’S CYCLE STORES, Courtfield. 1 Speedster Bicycle. £7.7.0. Terms Cash. It was, in fact, Parker’s bill, which Billy Bunter had despatched to his honoured parent for payment. It was not receipted. It had not been paid. Mr. Bunter had simply returned it, just as it was, and just as if he wasn’t interested in it. Having blinked at it, Bunter blinked at his pater’s letter. It was then that he ejaculated “Oh!” He gazed at that letter. His plump jaw dropped. His little round eyes, behind his big round spectacles, looked like those of a startled owl. Dismay was registered in Bunter’s fat face. So startled and so dismayed did he look, that other fellows glanced round at him, Harry Wharton and Co., after ascertaining that there was nothing for them, were going out into the sunny quad, when Bunter’s dismayed “Oh!” drew their attention to the perturbed fat Owl. They paused. “Anything up, Bunter?” asked Harry. “Oh, lor’!” said Bunter. “Bad news, old chap?” asked Bob Cherry, sympathetically. “Yes—awful!” “Sorry, kid,” said Bob, and the Famous Five gathered round Bunter. The fat Owl’s reply, added to his dolorous aspect, seemed to indicate bad trouble—some sort of disaster in the home circle: and if it was that, the Page 37 of 161
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