Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
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'Very good, sir.'<br />
Under <strong>the</strong> last glimmer of a setting sun, <strong>the</strong> Famous Five<br />
unpacked <strong>the</strong> tent from <strong>the</strong> van, and set to work erecting it and<br />
preparing it for <strong>the</strong> night. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>, for whom no form of<br />
exertion had any appeal, sat in a camp chair and started on a<br />
preliminary supper. A full round moon came up over <strong>the</strong> woods and<br />
meadows, and <strong>the</strong> camp was almost as light as by day, when <strong>the</strong><br />
Famous Five joined <strong>Bunter</strong> at <strong>the</strong> festive board. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>,<br />
restored to good humour by <strong>the</strong> foodstuffs, beamed on <strong>the</strong>m<br />
through his big spectacles.<br />
'Tuck in, you chaps,' he said. 'Jolly good prog, ain't it?'<br />
'Quite!' agreed Harry Wharton.<br />
'And lots of it,' added <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
'The lotfulness is terrific, my esteemed fat <strong>Bunter</strong>.'<br />
'Nothing mean about me,' said <strong>the</strong> fat Owl.<br />
'I've asked you fellows for <strong>the</strong>se hols, and I'm going to do you<br />
well. You wouldn't get spreads like this if you'd gone off on<br />
your own <strong>the</strong>se hols.'<br />
'Um!'<br />
'Nothing like it, I fancy,' said <strong>Bunter</strong>. 'Money's no object,<br />
with me. Everything of <strong>the</strong> best, and lots of it. All you fellows<br />
have got to do is to remember that I'm running <strong>the</strong> show, and<br />
what I say goes. Then we'll get on all right. Jervis!'<br />
'Sir! '<br />
'Is my bed ready in <strong>the</strong> van?'<br />
'Quite, sir.'<br />
Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> heaved himself out of <strong>the</strong> camp chair.<br />
'I fancy I'll turn in now,' he remarked. 'You fellows had better<br />
do <strong>the</strong> same. Don't kick up any row after I've turned in.'<br />
'To hear is to obey!' said Bob Cherry, solemnly.<br />
Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> rolled off to <strong>the</strong> caravan. Jervis respectfully<br />
retired to a distance with his sleeping bag.<br />
Bob Cherry yawned. 'Turning in?' he asked.<br />
'Hasn't <strong>Bunter</strong> told us to?' asked Johnny Bull, sarcastically.<br />
'<strong>Bunter</strong> can't help being a bli<strong>the</strong>ring idiot,' said Bob,<br />
tolerantly. 'Oh, listen to <strong>the</strong> band!' he added, a few moments<br />
later.<br />
Snore!<br />
Anyone unacquainted with Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>'s manners and customs<br />
might have supposed that a storm was brewing. Certainly that<br />
deep rumble sounded remarkably like <strong>the</strong> growl of distant<br />
thunder. But that deep and resonant snore was quite a familiar<br />
sound in <strong>the</strong> Remove dormitory at Greyfriars. It did not indicate<br />
that a storm was brewing - only that William George <strong>Bunter</strong> was<br />
bound by slumber's chain.<br />
Snore!<br />
'Anybody like <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r bunk in <strong>the</strong> van?' asked Bob.<br />
'Ha, ha, ha!'<br />
Nobody was keen on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r bunk in <strong>the</strong> caravan, at close<br />
quarters with Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>'s stentorian snore.