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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 />

nephew at school. Not to make the most of such an uncle seemed, to <strong>Billy</strong><br />

Bunter, a sheer waste.<br />

“I say, Harry, old fellow,” began the fat Owl, after giving the captain of<br />

the Remove a few minutes to calm down.<br />

‘‘Get out!”<br />

“I’m in an awful scrape, old chap,” said Bunter pathetically. “I—I wish now<br />

that I’d taken your advice, and—never worked that fat accomplice at all. I<br />

am really.”<br />

“You benighted owl!”<br />

“You might help a fellow out, after all I’ve done for you,” said Bunter.<br />

“Look what I did for you when you first came to the school. Don’t you<br />

remember your first day here?”<br />

“Yes—I remember you borrowed half-a-crown.”<br />

“Beast! I mean, do help a chap out, Wharton, when he’s in an awful<br />

scrape,” urged Bunter, “That bike’s got to be paid for somehow. You can<br />

see that! Look here, you needn’t crash your old jigger, if you don’t want<br />

to. Just tell your uncle you’ve smashed it, see?”<br />

“What?” gasped Wharton.<br />

“That would do just as well, really,” Bunter pointed out. “The old josser<br />

wouldn’t want to see the wreck. Just tell him you’ve crashed it, and that<br />

you’ve a chance of getting a new jigger, splendid value, for seven guineas.<br />

Don’t you think he’d play up?”<br />

Harry Wharton laid down his pen again.<br />

Bunter eyed him hopefully.<br />

“Quelch would let you use his phone,” he said. “You could tell him your<br />

uncle’s ill, or something, see? Then you ring him up and tell him about the<br />

bike,”<br />

Wharton rose to his feet.<br />

“That’s right, old chap,” said Bunter, in great relief. “You’re going to help<br />

me out”<br />

“Yes, I’m going to help you out,” answered Harry, coming across to the<br />

door.<br />

“Good! Come on,” said Bunter briskly. “No good losing time about it—I<br />

don’t know what Parker may do next. Come on—here—I say—gone mad?<br />

Wharrer you grabbing me for, you beast? What do you think you’re up<br />

to?” yelled Bunter.<br />

“Helping you out,” answered Harry.<br />

And he helped Bunter out. It was not what Bunter wanted, but it was<br />

what he got. With a grasp on a fat neck, the captain of the Remove<br />

twirled <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter through the doorway, and fairly hurled him into the<br />

passage.<br />

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