Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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 />
“You fat villain—.”<br />
“Oh, really, Wharton—.”<br />
“You unscrupulous porpoise—.”<br />
“I say, old chap—.”<br />
“Get out!” roared Wharton.<br />
“Beast!”<br />
<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter rolled rather hurriedly to the door. Harry Wharton seemed<br />
to be getting excited,—why, Bunter did not know. It was practically<br />
certain that, if Wharton’s bike went West in a crash, his uncle would<br />
stand him a new machine. Bunter had pointed out a quite simple way of<br />
getting a new jigger for an old one! What Harry Wharton saw to object<br />
to, in that, <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter didn’t know and couldn’t guess.<br />
Wharton, frowning, went on with his lines. <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter, having retreated<br />
as far as the door, stopped there. He stood blinking at the captain of the<br />
Remove, with an exasperated blink.<br />
A few days ago, Bunter had been delighted to get his new bike. Now he<br />
was more anxious to get rid of it than he had ever been to possess it.<br />
But that bike was not to be got rid of. It was clinging to <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter like<br />
the Old Man of the Sea to Sinbad the Sailor.<br />
Bunter’s notice was still up in the Rag. All the Remove knew that there<br />
was a bike for “sail” in No. 7 Study. He had had a single offer—from<br />
Fisher T. Fish. Fishy had offered him fifteen shillings for it. Apart from<br />
that inadequate offer, which was of no use to a fellow with a bill for<br />
seven guineas in his pocket, there had been nothing doing.<br />
The bike was still Bunter’s—and the bill was still Bunter’s. And he had had<br />
a little note that morning from Parker’s. It was a brief note, but very<br />
much to the point.<br />
Account rendered, £7.7.0.<br />
Settlement will oblige.<br />
<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter would have been glad enough to oblige Mr. Parker with a<br />
settlement. He was fed up with the whole thing. But unless some fellow<br />
took that bike off his fat hands, at full shop price, there could be no<br />
settlement with Mr. Parker. And the hapless fat Owl was in deep dread of<br />
what step Mr. Parker might take next, if no settlement was forthcoming.<br />
He might apply to the Head. It might even be worse than that. Awful<br />
visions of a summons floated in Bunter’s fat mind.<br />
Harry Wharton was his last hope. Wharton had a kind uncle who, if not<br />
exactly wealthy, was always prepared to supply any reasonable want of his<br />
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