it rose and it fell, and every time it fell there was a terrific howl from Billy Bunter. Certainly Bunter deserved to be whopped for lying; and perhaps Prout remembered, too, that Bunter had called him a pompous old ass! Anyhow he laid it on hard and fast; and it was a groaning Bunter that tottered at last to this place. After which the Remove and Prout got on with deponent verbs. THE EIGHTH CHAPTER. Bunter Knows How! old “SMITHY, chap!” next suggested the Bounder. “Ask door!” really, Smithy——” “Oh, “Bow wow!” was going to ask you——” “I know! And I was to say “I goin’ no.” what I was going to ask you yet, Billy “You don’t know fathead!” hooted Bunter. can he answered. “I guess!” The Bounder was sauntering in the quad with Tom Redwing, after class, when Bunter rolled up and addressed him affectionately as “old chap.” Evidently Bunter wanted something. Generally it was easy to guess what Bunter wanted, especially when he addressed a fellow as in “old chap” affectionate tones. But for once Bunter was not in search of a small loan to tide him over till his celebrated postal order came. Deeper and darker thoughts were working in the fat brain of William George Bunter. you think I want to borrow anything——” he grunted disdainfully. “If asked the Bounder, in surprise. “Don’t you?” roared Bunter. “No!” what did you call me “Then ’old chap’ for?” “Beast!” Smithy and Redwing, laughing, walked on. Bunter rolled after them. say, Smithy! Hold on a minute, old chap! I want to ask you something. “I I am speaking to you, old fellow, because the pluckiest chap in the you’re Remove.” “Eh? What?”
it rose and it fell, and every time it fell there was a terrific howl from Billy Bunter. Certainly Bunter deserved to be whopped for lying; and perhaps Prout remembered, too, that Bunter had called him a pompous old ass! Anyhow he laid it on hard and fast; and it was a groaning Bunter that tottered at last to this place. After which the Remove and Prout got on with deponent verbs. THE EIGHTH CHAPTER. Bunter Knows How! “SMITHY, old chap!” “Ask next door!” suggested the Bounder. “Oh, really, Smithy——” “Bow wow!” “I was going to ask you——” “I know! And I was goin’ to say no.” “You don’t know what I was going to ask you yet, fathead!” hooted Billy Bunter. “I can guess!” he answered. The Bounder was sauntering in the quad with Tom Redwing, after class, when Bunter rolled up and addressed him affectionately as “old chap.” Evidently Bunter wanted something. Generally it was easy to guess what Bunter wanted, especially when he addressed a fellow as “old chap” in affectionate tones. But for once Bunter was not in search of a small loan to tide him over till his celebrated postal order came. Deeper and darker thoughts were working in the fat brain of William George Bunter. “If you think I want to borrow anything——” he grunted disdainfully. “Don’t you?” asked the Bounder, in surprise. “No!” roared Bunter. “Then what did you call me ’old chap’ for?” “Beast!” Smithy and Redwing, laughing, walked on. Bunter rolled after them. “I say, Smithy! Hold on a minute, old chap! I want to ask you something. I am speaking to you, old fellow, because you’re the pluckiest chap in the Remove.” “Eh? What?”