Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale

But he did not seem to feel quite safe. From the interior of the
van came a yell.
'Jervis!'
Jervis ceased to grin. He was the attentive man-servant again at
once.
'Sir!' he answered.
'Get on with it, Jervis! Don't crawl like that, with a bull
after us!' yelled Bunter. 'Get up and drive! Do you hear,
Jervis?'
'Very good, sir.'
Jervis mounted to the driver's seat, took up the reins and
drove. The horse broke into a trot. Harry Wharton and Co.,
grinning, were quite pleased to break into a trot also. They had
had quite enough of tortoise-crawling. Caravanners and caravan
rolled cheerily on. Then there came another fat squeak from the
van.
'I say, you fellows!'
'Hallo, hallo, hallo!'
'Is that bull behind us?'
'Yes, he's still behind us,' answered Bob, glancing back.
The bull was, in fact, quite a good distance behind and now out
of sight.
'Oh, crikey! I say, don't open that door - if he gets close, you
can dodge through the hedge! Keep that door shut.'
'Oh, my hat! I mean, all right, old fat man - we won't open that
door!'
And they did not. They were, in fact, quite willing, indeed more
than willing, to keep it shut on William George Bunter. They
trotted on cheerfully, during which time Billy Bunter, still not
feeling too safe from bulls, remained in the van and comforted
himself with cake.