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<strong>BILLY</strong> BUNTER’S <strong>Big</strong> <strong>Top</strong><br />
going to the circus. And he was going.<br />
The fat junior opened the door at last, and blinked out into the passage. It was<br />
deserted, and he stepped out.<br />
Bunter drew a deep breath. He was going to the circus. He still lacked the<br />
price <strong>of</strong> admission. But that was not an insuperable difficulty. By that time the<br />
performance would be beginning. An astute fellow might be able to creep<br />
round the tent and insinuate himself inside under the edge <strong>of</strong> the canvas. That<br />
was not a new experience for Bunter. He had patronised a circus before in<br />
that inexpensive manner. His difficulty was to get clear <strong>of</strong> the school, and he<br />
resolved to make a rush for it. Scudding swiftly down the corridor, scudding<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the House, scudding down to the gates —he would be gone in a minute<br />
or a little more. Bunter breathed hard. The way was open—and one rapid rush<br />
would do it.<br />
He started.<br />
Like a charging hippopotamus the Owl <strong>of</strong> the Remove raced down the<br />
corridor.<br />
Crash!<br />
He had realised that there was a chance that Quelchy would come back to<br />
see if he was getting on with his task. That chance materialised.<br />
Bunter reached the corner <strong>of</strong> the passage from the Form-room just as Mr.<br />
Quelch reached it from the other direction, from his study.<br />
Mr. Quelch suspected that Bunter intended to bolt. But he did not suspect that<br />
the fat junior would be charging round the corner like a bull.<br />
He discovered that all <strong>of</strong> a sudden.<br />
Crash! Bump!<br />
‘Ow!’ gasped Bunter.<br />
‘Oh!’ spluttered Mr. Quelch.<br />
Bunter reeled against the wall. Mr. Quelch sprawled. A charge with Billy<br />
Bunter’s weight behind it was something like that <strong>of</strong> a battering-ram. The<br />
Remove-master fairly crumpled up under it.<br />
‘Ow! Oh, good gracious!’ spluttered Mr. Quelch. ‘What— what—what— Good<br />
gracious, what—’<br />
He sprawled dizzily.<br />
Bunter gazed at him in horror. Breaking detention was a serious matter.<br />
Knocking over a Form-master was a much more serious matter. Bunter’s eyes<br />
almost bulged through his big glasses in horror at what he had done. He<br />
leaned on the wall and gasped helplessly.<br />
Mr. Quelch sat up. His gimlet eyes turned on Bunter. There was a deadly<br />
gleam in those gimlet eyes, a gleam that made Bunter quake.<br />
‘Bunter,’ gasped Mr. Quelch—’Bunter, you—’<br />
‘Ow!’ gasped Bunter.<br />
What would happen to him when Mr. Quelch got his second wind he knew<br />
only too well. Terror lent the fat junior wings. He dodged round the Formmaster<br />
and fled for his life.<br />
Mr. Quelch staggered up.<br />
‘Bunter, stop at once! Bunter, do you hear! I command you to stop! You young<br />
rascal, stop! Bunter, I am going to chastise you with the utmost severity!<br />
Stop!’<br />
Bunter was not a bright youth, but he was too bright to stop at that moment.<br />
Mere prudence would have urged him to give Quelchy time to cool down even<br />
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