Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

Billy Bunter’s Benefit
By Frank Richards
morning! You jolly well know you wouldn’t! No good coming round now! I’m
not standing you anything.”
“You fat ass—.”
“Just keep your distance,” said Bunter disdainfully. “See?”
“You burbling bloater—.”
“Yah!”
“I suppose we mustn’t kick him here,” said Bob. “Come on, you men.”
The Famous Five mounted their machines and pedalled away down the
High Street. Billy Bunter forgot their existence the next moment. Jamtart
followed jam-tart: and lesser matters faded from his fat mind. The
Co. rode out of Courtfield in a cheery bunch, leaving Billy Bunter still
eating.
CHAPTER XVI
A SHORTAGE OF CASH!
“WHAT’S that game?” asked Peter Todd.
“Oh!” ejaculated Billy Bunter.
Peter, coming into No, 7 Study, stared.
The sight that met his eyes in that study was peculiar, and quite
unaccustomed. Billy Bunter was seated at the study table, and, like the
King in his counting-house in the nursery ballad, he was counting out his
money.
There was quite a little pile of wealth on the study table in front of
Bunter. There were pound notes and halfcrowns. and Bunter seemed deep
in arithmetical calculations.
It was quite uncommon for Bunter to be so engaged. Fisher T. Fish, in No.
14 Study, found pleasure in counting over his money, but he was the only
fellow in the Greyfriars Remove who did. Bunter, when he had any money,
generally headed for the tuck-shop, as the crow flies: and seldom had any
left to count.
Neither did Bunter value money, as Fishy did, for its own sake. He valued
it only as something that could be exchanged for tuck. Counting it over
like a miser was a new game for Billy Bunter.
Yet there he was, in possession of unaccustomed wealth, and apparently
making calculations, with a deeply-corrugated fat brow.
“Been robbing a bank?” asked Peter, genially.
“Oh, really, Toddy—.”
“Well, whose is it?” asked Peter.
Bunter disdained to answer that question. He resumed his arithmetical
exercises.
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