Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

Billy Bunter’s Benefit
By Frank Richards
Horace Coker’s burly form smote the floor of the Rag with a concussion
that shook it. He roared as he smote.
“By gum!” spluttered Coker, “I—I—I’ll—yahooh! Leggo! I’ll—I’ll—whoop! I’ll
spiflicate you! Yoohoop! Ow! Oh, my hat! Wow!”
Coker struggled frantically.
But, big and brawny as he was, he was simply nowhere in the grasp of so
many hands.
“Frog’s march!” shouted Bob Cherry.
“Go it!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Ow! Oh! Whooooh! Oooooh!” gurgled Coker, as an uproarious crowd
marched round the long table in the Rag, with Coker in their midst, his
arms and legs flying wildly.
The din was tremendous. There was often noise in the Rag. It was not
uncommon for a prefect to look in, and rap out “Less noise there!” But on
this occasion the uproar exceeded the record. Tramping feet, shouts of
laughter, and frantic roars from Coker, echoed far and wide. In the happy
excitement of the moment, the juniors forgot masters and prefects.
They were reminded of the former by a sharp voice that barked in at the
doorway.
“What is all this disturbance?”
“Oh!”
Bump!
At the acid voice of Mr. Quelch, the disturbance ceased as if by magic.
Coker was dropped like a hot brick. He bumped on the floor, roaring. Mr.
Quelch stepped in, frowning portentously.
“Wow! I’ll spiflicate ‘em! Ooooh.” Coker sat up. untidy, dishevelled, his
collar gone, his hair like a mop, spluttering for breath. “Wooogh! Ooogh!
I’ll—I’ll————.”
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