He rolled up to the American junior and clutched him by a bony arm. say, Fishy——” “I grunted Fisher T. Fish, jerking the bony arm away. “Aw, git!” being the pluckiest chap in the Remove, Fishy—” “You said Fishy, who had no use for soft sawder. “Can it!” up against that pompous old ass got a wheeze for “And you’re “I’ve making him sit up, Fishy! The fact is, I thought of it entirely on your account—” us a rest, you fat “Give clam.” got that book of yours, you said Bunter. be flogged “He’s know.” “You’ll or sacked, once the Head sees it. Serve you right, of course—-” pie-faced gink—” “You what about paying him out in urged Bunter. about “But advance?” “What getting behind a tree when he takes his trot on the Elm walk tonight and letting him have full of ink, Gosling’s squirt what?” ejaculated Fisher T. Fish. “Jumpin’ snakes!” be jolly glad made him sit up, you know, when “You’ll you’ve you’re kicked out of the school for your filthy money urged Bunter. lending.” It was not a tactful way of putting it. Billy Bunter did not know why Fishy suddenly grasped him by the collar and sat him down in the quad with a terrific bump. But he knew that Fishy did! He smote the quadrangle with a heavy bump, and a loud roar. Wow! “Whoop! Beast! Yooop!” Fisher T, Fish jerked on, his cute, keen eyes on Prout. Billy Bunter sat and roared. THE NINTH CHAPTER. Bunter the Bold! AFTER tea that day Billy Bunter as fat face wore a morose expression. Nearly every other face in the Remove wore a grin. All the Greyfriars Remove, by that time, had heard of wonderful Bunter’s stunt for punishing Prout. Plenty of fellows declared that it was a jolly good idea! Almost all agreed that Prout had asked for it, in fact, begged for it!
He rolled up to the American junior and clutched him by a bony arm. “I say, Fishy——” “Aw, git!” grunted Fisher T. Fish, jerking the bony arm away. “You being the pluckiest chap in the Remove, Fishy—” “Can it!” said Fishy, who had no use for soft sawder. “And you’re up against that pompous old ass “I’ve got a wheeze for making him sit up, Fishy! The fact is, I thought of it entirely on your account—” “Give us a rest, you fat clam.” “He’s got that book of yours, you know.” said Bunter. “You’ll be flogged or sacked, once the Head sees it. Serve you right, of course—-” “You pie-faced gink—” “But what about paying him out in advance?” urged Bunter. “What about getting behind a tree when he takes his trot on the Elm walk tonight and letting him have Gosling’s squirt full of ink, what?” “Jumpin’ snakes!” ejaculated Fisher T. Fish. “You’ll be jolly glad you’ve made him sit up, you know, when you’re kicked out of the school for your filthy money lending.” urged Bunter. It was not a tactful way of putting it. Billy Bunter did not know why Fishy suddenly grasped him by the collar and sat him down in the quad with a terrific bump. But he knew that Fishy did! He smote the quadrangle with a heavy bump, and a loud roar. “Whoop! Beast! Wow! Yooop!” Fisher T, Fish jerked on, his cute, keen eyes on Prout. Billy Bunter sat and roared. THE NINTH CHAPTER. Bunter the Bold! AFTER tea that day Billy Bunter as fat face wore a morose expression. Nearly every other face in the Remove wore a grin. All the Greyfriars Remove, by that time, had heard of Bunter’s wonderful stunt for punishing Prout. Plenty of fellows declared that it was a jolly good idea! Almost all agreed that Prout had asked for it, in fact, begged for it!