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 />
it seemed to him distinctly good— better, Bunter thought, than anything<br />
Mark Linley was likely to turn out! It must, Bunter had no doubt, have<br />
taken Wharton a lot of trouble to make up verses like that! All the<br />
better—he could have his trouble over again, after prodding Bunter!<br />
“He, he!” chuckled Bunter, as he grabbed up the Latin paper, and crumpled<br />
in a fat paw. And he shoved it out of sight under the study carpet, and<br />
rolled away grinning.<br />
CHAPTER XXIII<br />
END OF A FRIENDSHIP!<br />
“HEM!” said Potter.<br />
“Hem!” said Greene.<br />
Coker did not heed.<br />
He was sitting in the window-seat in his study when Potter and Greene<br />
came in. He did not look at them. He seemed elaborately unconscious of<br />
their presence. If Potter and Greene, instead of being Coker’s bosom pals<br />
in the Greyfriars Fifth, had been a pair of stray dogs, Coker could not<br />
have given them less heed.<br />
It was tea-time. Generally, at tea-time, Coker’s study has a somewhat<br />
festive aspect. That was indeed one of Coker’s great attractions. Even in<br />
times of meagre rations, a fellow who had practically unlimited pocketmoney,<br />
and an affectionate aunt who as good as bombarded him with<br />
hampers, was not likely to be in want of a well-spread board. But on the<br />
present occasion there was no sign of a spread in Coker’s study. It was as<br />
bare as Mrs. Hubbard’s celebrated cupboard. Coker, as he sat in the<br />
window, seemed to be thinking—but evidently not of tea. Potter and<br />
Greene, after an hour at senior nets, were ready for tea—more than<br />
ready. It was usual to feed well in that study. But it was only too sadly<br />
clear now that things were not as usual.<br />
“Hem!” repeated Potter.<br />
“Hem!” repeated Greene.<br />
Coker still failed to rise to these gambits.<br />
Coker was, in fact, giving his pals the marble eye. He had cast them off—<br />
discarded them—chucked them. So far as Horace Coker was concerned,<br />
Potter and Greene had had it!<br />
It was their desertion of the previous day that had done it. They had<br />
failed to back up their great leader. They had not rushed into the Rag at<br />
Coker’s heels, and backed him up valiantly—they had retreated in the<br />
opposite direction, leaving Coker to his fate! Coker had not spoken to<br />
them since.<br />
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