now—so there!” somebody else. Shut the door after “All right. I’ll ask you.” I mean is do it like a shot, old chap! Rely on said Bunter. "A “What I’ll me!” and, I say—” the Smithy, as Tom Redwing came into the study. “Mum’s word!” grunted Bunter chuckled. Not a word, of course. “Right-ho! I’m fly!” up, “Shut idiot!” all right. not going to tell Redwing anything—” “It’s I’m Redwing looked from one to the other. Bunter bestowed a fat wink on the scowling Bounder and rolled out of the study. His problem was solved now. He was for the hols. “fixed up” Tom glanced after him as he went, and then looked at the Bounder again. He was rather puzzled. But Vernon-Smith said nothing. He did not intend to confide that peculiar arrangement for Easter even to his chum. The less said about it the better. Redwing found him in better spirits for the rest of that evening, and hoped that he had made up his mind to carry out his wishes as cheerfully as possible. father’s That was a comforting hope to Redwing when he parted with his chum the following day, little guessing what was in the mind. Bounder’s THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER. Off for the Hols! fellows coming my asked Billy Bunter. “YOU way?” answered the fellows promptly. “No fear!” no-fearfulness is “The terrific!” was going to offer you a lift in my said Bunter, with dignity. “I car!” “Eh?” “What?” said Bunter. I mean going to phone for “My car!” “Smithy— I’m it.” Harry Wharton & Co. And. They had heard a good deal, at one time or another, about the magnificent cars belonging to Bunter Court. They were prepared to believe in the existence of those cars when they sew them. said Bob Cherry gravely, make the school bus do to get to “I think,” “that we’ll the station. We might lose our train if we waited for Bunter’s car.”
now—so there!” “All right. I’ll ask somebody else. Shut the door after you.” “What I mean is I’ll do it like a shot, old chap! Rely on me!” said Bunter. "A and, I say—” “Mum’s the word!” grunted Smithy, as Tom Redwing came into the study. Bunter chuckled. “Right-ho! Not a word, of course. I’m fly!” “Shut up, idiot!” “It’s all right. I’m not going to tell Redwing anything—” Redwing looked from one to the other. Bunter bestowed a fat wink on the scowling Bounder and rolled out of the study. His problem was solved now. He was “fixed up” for the hols. Tom glanced after him as he went, and then looked at the Bounder again. He was rather puzzled. But Vernon-Smith said nothing. He did not intend to confide that peculiar arrangement for Easter even to his chum. The less said about it the better. Redwing found him in better spirits for the rest of that evening, and hoped that he had made up his mind to carry out his father’s wishes as cheerfully as possible. That was a comforting hope to Redwing when he parted with his chum the following day, little guessing what was in the Bounder’s mind. THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER. Off for the Hols! “YOU fellows coming my way?” asked Billy Bunter. “No fear!” answered the fellows promptly. “The no-fearfulness is terrific!” “I was going to offer you a lift in my car!” said Bunter, with dignity. “Eh?” “What?” “My car!” said Bunter. “Smithy— I mean I’m going to phone for it.” Harry Wharton & Co. And. They had heard a good deal, at one time or another, about the magnificent cars belonging to Bunter Court. They were prepared to believe in the existence of those cars when they sew them. “I think,” said Bob Cherry gravely, “that we’ll make the school bus do to get to the station. We might lose our train if we waited for Bunter’s car.”