Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale

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'I—I—I say, you gimme my clobber,' gasped Bunter. The fat Owl was more than willing to get out of reach of that stick, but mild as the spring night was, a suit of pyjamas was much too light raiment for taking walks abroad. 'I—I say, I—I can't go like this - you gimme my trousers—' 'Pah!' Captain Pooter-Jones looked more like stepping down from the van and recommencing operations with the stick. However, he stared round the interior, clutched up clothes, and hurled them out at the fat figure in pyjamas. 'I give you ten seconds!' he bawled, as Bunter's garments descended in a shower over 'Bunter. 'Oh, crikey!' Never had Billy Bunter donned his garments so rapidly. He shoved them on anyhow over his pyjamas. He found his spectacles and jammed them op a fat little nose. He jammed bare feet into his shoes. But rapid as he was, he was not rapid enough for the impatient captain. Captain Pooter-Jones jumped from the van brandishing his stick. 'Are you going?' he bawled. Whop! 'Yaroooh! Keep that stick away!' yelled Bunter, dodging frantically. 'You gipsy vagabond—' 'I ain't a gipsy!' gasped Bunter. 'I'm caravanning - I say, look here, I'll pay for camping here, if you like - I'll pay you five bob - and I say - Yaroooh!' Whop! 'Ow! Beast! Keep off!' shrieked Bunter. Whop! whop! Billy Bunter bolted. In what direction he headed, he did not know - his fat mind was concentrated on only one idea - getting out of reach of that swiping stick. He bumped into a tree, yelled, scrambled round it and charged on. Whether he was pursued he did not know. As a matter of fact, he wasn't. Perhaps the stout gentleman, irate as he was, considered that that particular trespasser had had enough, or perhaps he was keen to deal with the rest of the party. Anyhow, Billy Bunter vanished into Captain Pooter-Jones's woods unpursued, and the captain, with the stick gripped in his hand, and his grizzled brows corrugated in a frown that might have excited the envy of the Lord High Executioner, started towards the tent by the stream - to deal with the rest of the party in the same dramatic way.
CHAPTER 20 SPOT OF LUCK 'HALLO, hallo, hallo!' 'What the dickens—?' 'What's that rumpus—?' 'Sounds like Bunter—' 'That fat ass!' 'That terrific fathead!' Five fellows had been sleeping soundly in the tent. But they were awakening now. The tent was at some little distance from the caravan, out of range of Billy Bunter's snore - but not out of range of the wild yells that woke the echoes of the meadow and the surrounding woods. Someone was yelling on his top note, and that someone could only be William George Bunter, though why William George was putting up that vocal performance at a late hour of the night was quite a mystery. Harry Wharton scrambled up and turned on a flash-lamp. Bob Cherry jumped out of his blankets and put his head out of the tent. In the bright light of a full round moon, sailing high in a sky of deep blue, he had a clear view of the meadow. He stared blankly at what he saw. A fat figure was streaking across the meadow towards the wood: another figure was brandishing a stick after it as it streaked. Bob was just in time to glimpse Billy Bunter as he vanished into the trees. In another moment, the fat Owl had disappeared. 'Oh, my hat!' ejaculated Bob. 'What, who-?' 'What's up, Bob?' 'Bunter's bolted. There's a johnny there with a stick - looks as if he's been pitching into Bunter.' 'It sounded like it!' said Nugent. 'But who - what—?' exclaimed Johnny Bull. 'Hallo, hallo, hallo! He's coming this way!' exclaimed Bob. 'Stout little codger - looks in a jolly bad temper. Oh, suffering cats! I—I wonder if it's the owner of this place! Looks like it.' 'That fathead Bunter—' 'That terrific ass Bunter—' 'That blithering owl—' Harry Wharton and Co. had had doubts, very uneasy doubts, about camping in that meadow. Billy Bunter had had his way, and they had taken the chance. Now they could have kicked themselves for chancing it. Still more willingly could they have kicked Bunter. It was only too probable that trouble might accrue; now, evidently, it was accruing! Four fellows scrambled for their clothes in the glimmer of the flash-lamp. Bob had a wary eye on the stout stumpy figure striding up with brandished stick. The little captain was a stranger to Bob's eyes, but he could easily guess that this was
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BUNTER THE CARAVANNER By FRANK RICH
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that that tuck was parked within th
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did he slacken to his accustomed pa
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That cake was a good size. It had b
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Bunter anxious to get out of that v
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'Beast! I say, don't you tell them
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'Wow! Owl Stoppit!' yelled Bunter,
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'I remember him,' assented Prout. '
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CHAPTER 5 BUNTER ON A BIKE 'I SAY,
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'I'm going!' growled Johnny Bull: a
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CHAPTER 6 UNEXPECTED! 'BEAST!' Bill
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'Not at all, sir! An honour and a p
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CHAPTER 7 AMAZING BILLY BUNTER lean
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was willing to be patronized, Billy
Page 29 and 30: CHAPTER 8 A SURPRISE FOR THE STUDY
Page 31 and 32: 'Hem!' 'You can look over the carav
Page 33 and 34: CHAPTER 9 THE VANISHED VAN 'WHERE'S
Page 35 and 36: after him, Bunter hoped that he wou
Page 37 and 38: that you do not wish to give me the
Page 39 and 40: 'Not far from the station at Woolle
Page 41 and 42: 'That caravan yarn again,' answered
Page 43 and 44: CHAPTER 12 BILLY BUNTER'S CARAVAN '
Page 45 and 46: 'Indeed, sir.' 'You see, he was a s
Page 47 and 48: CHAPTER 13 SEEING IS BELIEVING 'THA
Page 49 and 50: 'I was jolly particular about it, y
Page 51 and 52: 'Not Tennyson?' asked Nugent. 'No.
Page 53 and 54: had, in fact, had several meals one
Page 55 and 56: chum a playful barge in time. Johnn
Page 57 and 58: CHAPTER 15 DITCHED! 'LEAVE it to me
Page 59 and 60: 'Don't cut it too fine, Bunter,' ca
Page 61 and 62: 'Urrrrgh! Beasts! Grooogh! I'm all
Page 63 and 64: lane, the car slowed and stopped, t
Page 65 and 66: owler hat, he looked about as commo
Page 67 and 68: strolled away up the shady lane, an
Page 69 and 70: Then he turned and panted along the
Page 71 and 72: 'All right now, sir,' said Harry. '
Page 73 and 74: CHAPTER 18 BUNTER KNOWS BEST 'I SAY
Page 75 and 76: 'May be only gammon, as that fat ch
Page 77 and 78: Five in the tent was rather close p
Page 79: Billy Bunter slept peacefully on, i
Page 83 and 84: lankly. They had not expected to se
Page 85 and 86: The juniors looked round them in th
Page 87 and 88: he glimpsed a tall man in gaiters -
Page 89 and 90: locked in a shed till morning - can
Page 91 and 92: ushes grew too thickly for visibili
Page 93 and 94: and spectacles shot round continual
Page 95 and 96: apidly behind. If a tall man in gai
Page 97 and 98: 'Rot!' grunted Johnny Bull. 'The ro
Page 99 and 100: 'I say, you fellows—' 'Ha, ha, ha
Page 101 and 102: Having scanned the angular figure i
Page 103 and 104: 'You can't pull my leg, Cherry,' he
Page 105 and 106: Bunter, in fact, was indignant. His
Page 107 and 108: 'Taking a little walk,' said Bob Ch
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Page 111 and 112: y its orthography. However, he fold
Page 113 and 114: had tact: he did not pursue the sub
Page 115 and 116: unexpectedly. They were going to re
Page 117 and 118: Mr. Quelch. 'He may have engaged so
Page 119 and 120: CHAPTER 29 MOONLIGHT MARCH 'How swe
Page 121 and 122: 'I tell you I jolly well know!' yap
Page 123 and 124: accustomed deference. 'Perhaps you
Page 125 and 126: they have expected to see him trave
Page 127 and 128: 'Here's a chair, sir.' 'You'll join
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'Yes, in the capacity of a man-serv
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CHAPTER 32 NOT SO GOOD FOR BUNTER '
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'Ha, ha, ha!' 'Oh, really, Bull—'
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