at the sight of a large plate of jam tarts. he ejaculated. “Oh, good!” Bunter was just thinking how lucky it was that the Bounder was not at home, when he made the sudden and disconcerting discovery that the Bounder was there! It was quite a painful discovery, as it came in the form of the boot Bounder’s crushing on his tight trousers. Crash! yelled Bunter. “Yaroooh!” He pitched headlong forward, sprawling half in the cupboard. His fat face landed in the plate of tarts! His fat features squashed them! Bunter. “Urrrggh!” gurgled It was a jammy and sticky Bunter that whirled round to glare at the Bounder through jammy spectacles. he gasped. I—I mean, I—I say, old chap—Yarooooh! “Oh, you!” “Beast! Leggo! Yaroop! Oh crikey! Help! Whoop!” Vernon-Smith grasped his collar. The fat Owl startled and yelled frantically in that iron grasp In his present savage temper the wanted somebody upon whom to Bounder’s wreak his wrath. Bunter came in useful. Bang, bang! bullet head smote the cupboard door. Bunter’s Oh crikey! shrieked Bunter. after your tarts, “Ow! Beast! Leggo!” “I wasn’t you beast! I never knew you had any! Yarooh! I never saw you bring them in after class. Yooop!” Bang! Leggo! cracking my Bunter. you rotter! “Whooop! You’re head!” raved “Oh, Yarooh!” In sheer desperation the fat Owl grappled with the Bounder and struggled. John was transferred from his fat face to Herbert Vernon-Smith. A fat fist, lashing out blindly and desperately, caught the Bounder on his rather prominent nose, and he gave a yell, and staggered. Bunter threw his weight on him, and he went down on the study carpet, dragging the Owl of the Remove with him in his fall. gasped Bunter. say— “Oh crikey!” “I—I Yaroooh!” He roared as he rolled over in the fierce grasp, and thump after thump Bounder’s
at the sight of a large plate of jam tarts. “Oh, good!” he ejaculated. Bunter was just thinking how lucky it was that the Bounder was not at home, when he made the sudden and disconcerting discovery that the Bounder was there! It was quite a painful discovery, as it came in the form of the Bounder’s boot crushing on his tight trousers. Crash! “Yaroooh!” yelled Bunter. He pitched headlong forward, sprawling half in the cupboard. His fat face landed in the plate of tarts! His fat features squashed them! “Urrrggh!” gurgled Bunter. It was a jammy and sticky Bunter that whirled round to glare at the Bounder through jammy spectacles. “Oh, you!” he gasped. “Beast! I—I mean, I—I say, old chap—Yarooooh! Leggo! Yaroop! Oh crikey! Help! Whoop!” Vernon-Smith grasped his collar. The fat Owl startled and yelled frantically in that iron grasp In his present savage temper the Bounder’s wanted somebody upon whom to wreak his wrath. Bunter came in useful. Bang, bang! Bunter’s bullet head smote the cupboard door. “Ow! Oh crikey! Beast! Leggo!” shrieked Bunter. “I wasn’t after your tarts, you beast! I never knew you had any! Yarooh! I never saw you bring them in after class. Yooop!” Bang! “Whooop! Leggo! You’re cracking my head!” raved Bunter. “Oh, you rotter! Yarooh!” In sheer desperation the fat Owl grappled with the Bounder and struggled. John was transferred from his fat face to Herbert Vernon-Smith. A fat fist, lashing out blindly and desperately, caught the Bounder on his rather prominent nose, and he gave a yell, and staggered. Bunter threw his weight on him, and he went down on the study carpet, dragging the Owl of the Remove with him in his fall. “Oh crikey!” gasped Bunter. “I—I say— Yaroooh!” He roared as he rolled over in the Bounder’s fierce grasp, and thump after thump