Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale
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Snap!<br />
It was a faint sound, but it rang sharply in <strong>the</strong> silence - <strong>the</strong><br />
parting of a strand of wire. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> came to a dead stop,<br />
blinking at <strong>the</strong> crouching figure at <strong>the</strong> fence. The man was<br />
wielding a pair of wire-cutters, evidently to make his way into<br />
<strong>the</strong> preserve on <strong>the</strong> inner side. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong>'s little round eyes<br />
almost bulged through his big round spectacles as he stared at<br />
him. <strong>Bunter</strong>'s fat brain was not quick on <strong>the</strong> uptake, but even<br />
<strong>Bunter</strong> could guess that this man was a poacher, and it dawned<br />
upon him, fur<strong>the</strong>r, that Mr. Churt and Barber were keepers,<br />
patrolling <strong>the</strong> fence on <strong>the</strong> watch for midnight poachers with<br />
wire-cutters.<br />
He stood rooted, his eyes bulging at <strong>the</strong> poacher. The latter<br />
seemed to have heard some sound, for he stared round suddenly<br />
from <strong>the</strong> fence, dropping <strong>the</strong> wire-cutters in his alarm. The next<br />
moment he was running, vanishing in an instant into <strong>the</strong> darkness<br />
of <strong>the</strong> wood.<br />
'Oh!' gasped <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
There was a loud shout, close at hand.<br />
'Look out! Stop him!'<br />
Evidently, Mr. Churt and Barber were not far away.<br />
A tall figure came dashing into <strong>the</strong> patch of moonlight. Billy<br />
<strong>Bunter</strong> made a jump to bolt. But he jumped too late.<br />
A brawny hand clutched at a fat shoulder. The man in gaiters had<br />
him!<br />
'Ow! Leggo!' yelled <strong>Bunter</strong>, frantically.<br />
The keeper did not heed that yell. His grasp closed on <strong>the</strong> fat<br />
shoulder like a vice. At <strong>the</strong> same moment he shouted.<br />
'After him, Barber! I've got one of <strong>the</strong>m! Get after - <strong>the</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r.'<br />
A shout came back, and sounds of tramping feet, dying away in<br />
<strong>the</strong> wood. Barber, apparently, was in hot pursuit of <strong>the</strong> escaping<br />
poacher. Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> remained a prisoner in <strong>the</strong> hands of Mr.<br />
Churt, wriggling in his sinewy grasp like a fat eel.<br />
'Now, <strong>the</strong>n, take it quiet!' snapped Mr. Churt. Hold-<strong>the</strong> fat Owl<br />
in that vice-like grip, he peered at him in <strong>the</strong> moonlight.<br />
'You're young for this game, you young rascal - you've started<br />
poaching early, you 'ave.'<br />
'I ain't a poacher!' howled <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
'You ain't!' jeered Mr. Churt. He stooped, and picked up <strong>the</strong><br />
wire-cutters with his left hand. 'What are you doing with <strong>the</strong>se<br />
'ere, <strong>the</strong>n?'<br />
'That's not mine - <strong>the</strong>re was a man here—!' gasped <strong>Bunter</strong>.<br />
'Don't I know <strong>the</strong>re was? And he's got away, but you ain't<br />
getting away, you young rogue. The guvnor will deal with you in<br />
<strong>the</strong> morning. You're coming along of me now.'<br />
The grip on <strong>the</strong> fat shoulder propelled Billy <strong>Bunter</strong> into motion.<br />
'I—I say - Oh, crikey—I—I say, where are you taking me?' gasped<br />
<strong>Bunter</strong>, as <strong>the</strong> keeper led him away.<br />
'I'm taking you up to <strong>the</strong> house,' snapped Mr. Churt. 'You'll be