The Bounder stopped, turned towards Bunter, and drew back his foot. The fat Owl jumped back as actively as a kangaroo. you jolly well kick me, you he exclaimed indignantly. “Don’t beast!” all done for you, you be up for a flogging if I liked “After I’ve rotter! Who’d to give him away? I ask you!” the game, is said the Bounder quietly, with a deadly glitter in “So that’s it?” his eyes He made a rapid stride towards Bunter. The Owl of the Remove jumped back again, but not in time. Vernon-Smith’s grasp closed on his collar and swung him round. roared Bunter, in dire anticipation. “Yaroooop!” His anticipations were immediately realized! Thud! The boot landed, as if he had been kicking for goal! Bounder’s Bunter flew! he bellowed, as he landed on his fat hands and knees. “Whooop!” “Ow! Beast! Wow-ow-ow! Whoop! Oh, crikey! Wow!” The Bounder walked away with Redwing, leaving him to bellow. And Billy Bunter had to realise that, though undoubtedly one good turn deserved another, he was not going to get his celebrated postal order cashed for keeping secret. Smithy’s THE TENTH CHAPTER. By Order of the Head! “HALLO, hallo, hallo!” “Seen this?” “The Head’s fist!” “Gated!” “Rotten !” “Rotten shame!” It was Friday morning, and when the Grcyfriars fellows came out after morning classes there was a notice on the board in the hand, headmaster’s which drew all eyes as soon as the news spread. A thick crowd gathered before the board. Two or three dozen voices commented on the notice at once, and everyone made it clear that the Greyfriars fellows did not see eye to eye with their respected headmaster. The notice was brief. It stated that, until the perpetrator of the “pernicious
The Bounder stopped, turned towards Bunter, and drew back his foot. The fat Owl jumped back as actively as a kangaroo. “Don’t you jolly well kick me, you beast!” he exclaimed indignantly. “After all I’ve done for you, you rotter! Who’d be up for a flogging if I liked to give him away? I ask you!” “So that’s the game, is it?” said the Bounder quietly, with a deadly glitter in his eyes He made a rapid stride towards Bunter. The Owl of the Remove jumped back again, but not in time. Vernon-Smith’s grasp closed on his collar and swung him round. “Yaroooop!” roared Bunter, in dire anticipation. His anticipations were immediately realized! Thud! The Bounder’s boot landed, as if he had been kicking for goal! Bunter flew! “Whooop!” he bellowed, as he landed on his fat hands and knees. “Ow! Beast! Wow-ow-ow! Whoop! Oh, crikey! Wow!” The Bounder walked away with Redwing, leaving him to bellow. And Billy Bunter had to realise that, though undoubtedly one good turn deserved another, he was not going to get his celebrated postal order cashed for keeping Smithy’s secret. THE TENTH CHAPTER. By Order of the Head! “HALLO, hallo, hallo!” “Seen this?” “The Head’s fist!” “Gated!” “Rotten !” “Rotten shame!” It was Friday morning, and when the Grcyfriars fellows came out after morning classes there was a notice on the board in the headmaster’s hand, which drew all eyes as soon as the news spread. A thick crowd gathered before the board. Two or three dozen voices commented on the notice at once, and everyone made it clear that the Greyfriars fellows did not see eye to eye with their respected headmaster. The notice was brief. It stated that, until the perpetrator of the “pernicious