Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
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CHAPTER 30<br />
A PUZZLE<br />
'Is that Quelch?'<br />
'Looks like him.'<br />
'Our jolly old beak again.'<br />
'The esteemed Quelch!'<br />
Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> blinked up morosely from a chocolate cake. If <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r caravanners found anything pleasing in an unexpected view<br />
of <strong>the</strong>ir Greyfriars form-master, Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> found none<br />
whatever.<br />
'Quelch!' he grunted. 'Where?'<br />
'Just got off that bus.'<br />
'Blow him!' said <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
It was a golden afternoon. The sunshine was more like summer<br />
than spring. It was very pleasant, picnicking under shady<br />
branches. The Greyfriars caravanners were finding life a very<br />
cheerful proposition that afternoon.<br />
They had stopped for tea on a grassy green verge between <strong>the</strong><br />
highroad and a park wall. Trees over-topping <strong>the</strong> wall gave a<br />
grateful shade. They sat on camp stools round a folding-table<br />
that Jervis had set up. On that table was a jug of lemonade, and<br />
a dish piled with <strong>the</strong> sweet and sticky comestibles that<br />
gladdened <strong>the</strong> plump heart of William George <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
Jervis, having supplied <strong>the</strong> wants of his lord and master, and of<br />
<strong>the</strong> less important members of <strong>the</strong> party, had gone into <strong>the</strong> van:<br />
Harry Wharton and Co. idly watched <strong>the</strong> traffic on <strong>the</strong> road, as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y sat at lemonade and cakes. Cars whizzed every few minutes:<br />
cycles and motor-cycles buzzed by: pedestrians passed and repassed.<br />
A bus rolled noisily up, and stopped at a little<br />
distance. When it rolled on its way again, <strong>the</strong> juniors noticed<br />
that a passenger had alighted on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side of <strong>the</strong> road, and<br />
was standing <strong>the</strong>re looking across. The lean figure and slightly<br />
crusty countenance were familiar to <strong>the</strong>m. It was Mr. Quelch. And<br />
<strong>the</strong> gimlet-eyes under <strong>the</strong> brim of <strong>the</strong> Homburg hat were fixed on<br />
<strong>the</strong> picnicking caravanners.<br />
'It's Quelch!' said Bob. 'Spotted us from that bus, and hopped<br />
off to speak to us.'<br />
'Nice of him,' said Nugent, with a grin. 'The nicefulness is<br />
terrific.'<br />
'Shove on your best manners and customs, if he comes across,'<br />
said Bob. 'Must be polite to a beak.'<br />
'Politefulness is <strong>the</strong> procrastination of princes, as <strong>the</strong> English<br />
proverb remarks,' agreed <strong>the</strong> nabob of Bhanipur.<br />
His comrades chuckled at that English proverb. But Billy <strong>Bunter</strong><br />
did not chuckle. He frowned with an inimical blink at <strong>the</strong> lean<br />
figure across <strong>the</strong> road.<br />
It was ra<strong>the</strong>r a surprise to <strong>the</strong> Co. to see Quelch again.<br />
They were more than twenty miles from Tatham, where <strong>the</strong>y had met<br />
him at <strong>the</strong> Coach and Horses a couple of days ago. Nei<strong>the</strong>r would