Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
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here without leave, and had to shift. I say, just look along <strong>the</strong><br />
road and see whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>re's a red caravan about.'<br />
'Rubbish!' said Johnny Bull. 'Bump him! We told him we'd bump<br />
him if he was pulling our leg, and he was.'<br />
'Oh, give him a chance,' said Bob. 'It won't take us long to run<br />
up and down <strong>the</strong> road and see.'<br />
'Bosh!' said Johnny.<br />
'Oh, let's!' said Nugent.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>y remounted <strong>the</strong> bicycles, to explore <strong>the</strong> vicinity for <strong>the</strong><br />
vanished van. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> sat on <strong>the</strong> gate while <strong>the</strong>y were so<br />
occupied. His fat face was glum.<br />
He had been astonished, indeed amazed, by <strong>the</strong> generous offer Mr.<br />
Jervis had made of his van and his services. But he had<br />
swallowed it whole. It had seemed too good to be true. And<br />
apparently that was <strong>the</strong> case - it had been too good to be true!<br />
For where was Jervis, and where was <strong>the</strong> van? Both had vanished<br />
into space, and unless Jervis had been entertaining himself by<br />
pulling a fat leg, <strong>the</strong>re was no accounting for <strong>the</strong><br />
disappearance.<br />
Unless - ano<strong>the</strong>r idea came into <strong>Bunter</strong>'s fat mind as he pondered<br />
dismally over this mystery. He remembered <strong>the</strong> thin man in <strong>the</strong><br />
raincoat, of whom Jervis had seemed so scared. Perhaps that bad<br />
character - if he was a bad character - was still hanging about<br />
<strong>the</strong> neighbourhood, and Jervis had been scared again and had<br />
taken to <strong>the</strong> road. It was possible.<br />
Whe<strong>the</strong>r or no, one thing was certain: Jervis and <strong>the</strong> red caravan<br />
had vanished, and <strong>the</strong>re was no caravan for <strong>the</strong> hols! Whatever<br />
<strong>the</strong> man's motive, whe<strong>the</strong>r he had been leg-pulling or not, he had<br />
let William George <strong>Bunter</strong> down, with a bump: and that was that!<br />
Five cyclists ga<strong>the</strong>red at <strong>the</strong> gate again and jumped down. Billy<br />
<strong>Bunter</strong> gave <strong>the</strong>m a hopeful blink - not very hopeful!<br />
'Seen it?' he asked.<br />
'No, you fat ass—'<br />
'No, you spoofing octopus—'<br />
'No, you diddling porpoise—'<br />
'What <strong>the</strong> dickens did you spin us that yarn for, you fat chump?'<br />
'I—I—I say, you fellows, <strong>the</strong>re really was a van - I say—'<br />
'Bump him!'<br />
'Wow! Leggo!' roared <strong>Bunter</strong>, as he was hooked off <strong>the</strong> gate.<br />
Bump! 'Yaroooh!'<br />
Harry Wharton and Co. remounted <strong>the</strong>ir bikes for <strong>the</strong> run back to<br />
<strong>the</strong> school. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> sat in <strong>the</strong> grass and spluttered. They<br />
disappeared down <strong>the</strong> hill, leaving <strong>the</strong> fat Owl still<br />
spluttering.<br />
It was a sad and sorrowful <strong>Bunter</strong> that clambered on a bike to<br />
pedal home. That happy prospect for <strong>the</strong> Easter hols was washed<br />
out - that caravan holiday, all expenses paid, was gone from his<br />
gaze like a beautiful dream. Once more, Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>'s plans for<br />
<strong>the</strong> hols were unsettled. He would have given much, very much, to<br />
land a fat fist full in <strong>the</strong> smooth sleek face of Mr. Jervis, for<br />
pulling his leg like this. If that thin man in <strong>the</strong> raincoat was