Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

Billy Bunter’s Benefit
By Frank Richards
“HARRY, old chap—.”
“Oh, scat!”
“Hold on a minute, dear old fellow.”
“Oh, bother.”
After class, the Famous Five were heading for the nets. They really had
no time to waste on Billy Bunter, especially as Wibley was rounding them
up again at six for another rehearsal However, with a fat paw clutching
his sleeve, the captain of the Remove held on.
“Cut it short,” he said.
“You might give a chap a minute, when he’s in an awful hole,” said Bunter.
“I haven’t paid Parker yet.”
“We’ve heard that one,” remarked Bob Cherry.
“I’m two pounds fifteen shillings short,” said Bunter.
“It’s growing!” remarked Frank Nugent. “I wonder how much Parker will
see of his seven guineas, at this rate.”
“The wonderfulness is terrific,” chuckled Hurree Jamset Ram Singh.
“Well, I was expecting a postal-order, you know—”
“Help!”
“But it hasn’t come,” said Bunter. “And—and I’ve thought of something
else. I’m going in for the Old Boy’s Latin Prize.”
“Oh, my hat!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“I say, you fellows, I wish you wouldn’t cackle every time a fellow opens
his mouth,” said Bunter, irritably. “Now Wharton’s out of it, it will be all
right, if Wharton is willing to do the decent thing, and help.”
“Eh? How’s that?” asked Harry, staring. “You couldn’t begin to do that
Latin paper, you fat ass: and if you could, you’d be too jolly lazy. I can see
you swotting over a Latin paper!”
“I’m not going to swot, of course,” said Bunter. “But you’re out of it now,
ain’t you?”
“Bunter heard that, when he wasn’t listening at the keyhole this morning,”
remarked Bob Cherry, and the juniors chuckled.
“Yes, I’m out of it, ass,” said Harry. “But any fellow who’s in could walk all
over you, especially Linley.”
“But now you’re out of it, you don’t want your Latin paper,” explained
Bunter. “Well, as you won’t want it, you can give it to me—.”
“Wha-a-t?”
“It would be a waste to chuck it away, wouldn’t it?” said Bunter, blinking
at the astonished captain of the Remove. “You just let me have it, see,
and I’ll go in for the cash prize, and—and pay Parker, see?”
“Oh, crumbs!”
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