Bunter the Caravanner - Friardale

'Come on,' chuckled Bob. 'All hands on deck! Can't let the old
fat man go to chokey for poaching and bashing keepers in the
eye!'
'Ha, ha, ha!'
Whether Billy Bunter's alarm was well founded or not, it was
certainly very real. He almost danced with impatience, while the
Famous Five packed the tent and other paraphernalia into the
van, and Jervis collected the horse and harnessed it. It was
quick work - in fact only a matter of minutes - but those
minutes seemed very long to the alarmed and anxious Owl. He
gasped with relief when the van got into motion at last, the fat
Owl sitting inside and Jervis leading the horse.
'Buck up, Jervis!' came an angry squeak from the caravan.
'Very good, sir.'
The horse trotted and Jervis had to trot. The Famous Five,
grinning, trotted after the van. It rolled out of the meadow
into the road. There Jervis slowed down to a more moderate pace.
Another angry squeak came from the van.
'Get on, Jervis!'
'Really, sir—'
'What are you hanging about for? Get on, I tell you!' hooted
Bunter. 'I don't want any back-chat, my man! Get on faster.'
'Very good, sir.'
Jervis trotted with the horse.
'Is this going to be a race, Bunter?' called out Bob Cherry.
'Yah! If you're too jolly lazy to keep up, you can stay behind,
and be blowed to you!' snorted Bunter.
THEY ALL TROTTED
Harry Wharton and Co., fortunately, were not too lazy to keep
up; in fact, they quite enjoyed a vigorous trot in the fresh
spring morning. They trotted cheerfully, and Jervis trotted, and
the horse trotted, and Captain Pooter-Jones's property was left