Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale

after all, a caravan and a man Jervis, improbable as both
seemed.
No doubt it was possible that some wealthy and generous relative
might have provided Billy Bunter with a caravan for the hols,
assigned a man-servant to wait on the party, and provided cash
for the expenses. It was possible - all things are possible! But
it was extremely improbable, in fact the improbability was, as
Hurree Jamset Ram Singh would have said, terrific.
Yet the fat Owl seemed to be quite serious about it - and if
there was nothing in it why was he taking the trouble to phone
at all?
Harry Wharton really did not know what to think. He stood
silent, and the fat voice ran on:
'It's all right, old chap! I keep on telling you it's all right.
You see, Jervis was called away that day you never saw the van—
that's how it was. It's right here now - only a minute's walk
from this call-box. Look here, you fellows fixed it up to come
on the trip, if there was a caravan - and I tell you it's here
now—'
'Yes! But—'
'Well, just trot over, see?'
'Oh, all right!' said Harry, at last. 'We were going for a long
walk, anyway, and we may as well come Woolley way. We'll come
over.'
'Right-ho, old boy.' And the fat voice was silent at last.
Harry Wharton returned to the group in the hall. His face
revealed the puzzled state of his mind, and they all looked at
him inquiringly.
'What was it this time?' asked Nugent.
'Bunter says he's waiting with the van at Woolley, and I've said
that we'll walk over and see!' answered Harry. 'May as well go.'
'May as well,' assented Nugent. 'It's all gammon, I expect.'
'The gammonfulness is probably terrific,' remarked Hurree Jamset
Ram Singh with a shake of his dusky head.
'Rot!' said Johnny Bull, decidedly. 'Either Bunter's pulling our
leg, or somebody else is pulling his.'
'Blessed if I make the fat chump out!' confessed Harry Wharton.
'It all sounds too jolly steep, but we may as well walk over and
see. We've agreed to go caravanning with Bunter if there's
really a caravan.'
'If!' snorted Johnny.
'Well, a walk won't hurt us!' said Bob Cherry. 'Let's go!'
And, that having been decided, they went!