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Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards Yes,” gasped Coker. “‘Tain’t my fault—I—I—I.” “Ha, ha, ha!” “Only Coker!” “That ass Coker!” “What a lark!” ‘Do you mean that your name is Coker?’ asked Prout. “Ha, ha, ha!” “Silence!” boomed Prout. “This is not a laughing matter! Coker, if you are in your right senses, why have you done this? Why have you blackened your face in this absurd manner, to be taken for a negro?” “I—I didn’t—I—I——.” “In all my career as a school-master,” gasped Prout, “I have heard of no such thing! I am amazed—astounded! A boy of my form—a senior form— the Fifth Form— deliberately blackens his face, to play an utterly insensate trick! Coker, you will answer for this to your head-master.” “That will do!” bawled Prout. “Go into that bathroom! Clean yourself! When you are clean, come to my study. I shall take you to Dr. Locke.” “But I—I—I—,” gurgled Coker. Prout, with thunderous brow, stalked away. Quelch and Capper, exchanging expressive looks, followed. The crowd on Page 80 of 161
Billy Bunter’s Benefit By Frank Richards the dormitory landing were left yelling with laughter. Mr. Prout had stated that it was not a laughing matter, but most of the spectators seemed to think otherwise. Loud laughter followed Coker when, at last, he was able to get into the bath-room, to the soap and hot water he so badly needed. There for quite a long time Coker splashed, and scrubbed, and towelled: but there were still lingering traces of soot about him when he emerged, to turn his reluctant steps in the direction of his form-master’ study. CHAPTER XXI UP AGAINST IT! “ANYTHING for me, Toddy?” ‘‘Nix!” Billy Bunter grunted. He was scanning the letter-rack in break the following morning, with eager eyes and spectacles. Never had Billy Bunter been more in need of a postal-order. Two pounds one shilling short of the sum required to “square” Mr. Parker, and in dread of what Mr. Parker might do next, Bunter hoped against hope for a remittance that morning. But his celebrated postal-order, so long expected, had not yet materialised. There was nothing for Bunter. The fat Owl rolled out into the sunny quad. His plump brow was corrugated with thought. His steps led him, insensibly as it were, in the direction of the tuck-shop. When Billy Bunter had any money he was the best Customer at Mrs. Mimble’s little shop in the corner of the quad. He had money now—five pounds six shillings remaining out of Smithy’s seven guineas. Most fellows liked a snack in break—Bunter most of all. The temptation to make a further inroad on the sum in his tattered wallet was strong. Only the thought of Mr. Parker, and what he might do, restrained him. With a great effort, Bunter turned away from the tuck-shop, and blinked round through his big spectacles for the Famous Five. They were in the quad, talking to Wibley. “You gave your name in to Quelch?” Wibley was saying, as the Owl of the Remove rolled up. “Yes,” answered Harry Wharton. “I’m down for the Latin prize.” “You’ll have to do some swotting after class.” “Urn!” said Harry. “There’s nets, you know—.” “You can cut nets,” said Wibley, decisively. “You’ll have to go all out to bag Page 81 of 161
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