Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
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'I'm going!' growled Johnny Bull: and he went. Frank Nugent and<br />
Hurree Jamset Ram Singh followed. Harry Wharton paused in <strong>the</strong><br />
doorway.<br />
'Look here, Bob, come on! If <strong>Bunter</strong>'s too jolly lazy to pump his<br />
machine, he can ride it flat.'<br />
'Oh, just a tick!' said Bob, good nature still prevailing. 'It<br />
won't take me half as long as it would that fat di<strong>the</strong>rer.'<br />
Bob wielded <strong>the</strong> pump with a vigorous hand.<br />
'Now, you fat ass, it's ready,' he said, 'or do you want me to<br />
lift you on it, and hold you <strong>the</strong>re?'<br />
'Yah!' retorted <strong>Bunter</strong>: no doubt by way of thanks for services<br />
rendered. And all being ready now, he wheeled out his machine<br />
after <strong>the</strong> Famous Five, and <strong>the</strong>y started.<br />
For a couple of miles, all went well. Even <strong>the</strong> plumpest and<br />
laziest member of <strong>the</strong> Greyfriars community did not find it too<br />
much exertion to keep going on a level road.<br />
But on <strong>the</strong> slope of Redclyffe Hill, it was ano<strong>the</strong>r story.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong> fat Owl began to puff and blow.<br />
It was Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>'s fixed belief that he could do anything<br />
that any o<strong>the</strong>r fellow could do, and probably a little better. It<br />
was when he came to do it that he woke up, as it were. After <strong>the</strong><br />
first hundred yards or so of that rise, only <strong>the</strong> prospect of<br />
joining in <strong>the</strong> spread at <strong>the</strong> Arcade in Lantham could keep<br />
<strong>Bunter</strong>'s little fat legs pedalling. After ano<strong>the</strong>r hundred yards<br />
or so, even that prospect failed.<br />
'I say, you fellows!' came a howl behind <strong>the</strong> Famous Five.<br />
Bob Cherry looked round.<br />
'What's <strong>the</strong> trouble?' he called back.<br />
'Look here, let's walk <strong>the</strong> bikes up this hill.'<br />
'Oh, my hat! We haven't come out for a walk, old fat man - we're<br />
riding. Put your beef into it. You've got lots.'<br />
'Beast! I'm jolly well going to walk it!' howled <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
'Oh, come on, fatty, if you're coming!' called out Harry<br />
Wharton.<br />
'Shan't!'<br />
'Cheerio, <strong>the</strong>n.'<br />
'Beast!'<br />
Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> dismounted. He was not going to pedal up Redclyffe<br />
Hill. It really was not a tremendous hill, and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r fellows<br />
took it in <strong>the</strong>ir stride, as it were. They pushed on. With <strong>the</strong><br />
selfishness to which <strong>Bunter</strong> was sadly accustomed, <strong>the</strong>y did not<br />
want to turn a ride into a walk: somehow or o<strong>the</strong>r, walking <strong>the</strong><br />
bikes for two or three miles did not seem to appeal to <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
They whizzed on and disappeared over <strong>the</strong> brow of <strong>the</strong> hill in <strong>the</strong><br />
distance.<br />
A disgruntled fat Owl pushed on, on his own, shoving at his<br />
bike. It seemed to Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> hours and hours, if not days and<br />
days, before he reached <strong>the</strong> top of that hill. By that time, <strong>the</strong><br />
Famous Five had long vanished from sight. But from that point,<br />
it was easier going, and <strong>the</strong> fat Owl prepared to remount.