The First Chapter. Bunter’s bright idea! “Bother the fellow!” grunted Billy Bunter. Bunter was annoyed. He blinked to and fro through his big spectacles in the quadrangle at Greyfriars, evidently in search of somebody. But the somebody of whom he was in search did not seem to be in the offing. Bunter. “Blow him!” said It was a sunny March morning, and just on time for first school. Any moment now Bunter expected to hear the bell for classes. And for ten minutes, at least, he had been looking for Smithy without finding him. Herbert Vernon-Smith, the Bounder of Greyfriars, had disappeared after brekker, and the fat Owl of the Remove sought him, but found him not. Bunter rolled up to Harry Wharton & Co., Who were “I say, you fellows!” coming towards the House. “Seen Smithy?” believe he went into the “I Cloisters.” answered Wharton. growled Bunter. be class in a minute or two——” “Bother him!” “It will coming in to class said “Smithy isn’t this morning.” Bob Cherry. “he’s leaving in the while we’re Form.” to see him—and the silly ass goes wandering off “I know that. That’s why I want when a fellow wants to speak to grunted Bunter. him.” And the fat Owl started across the quad towards the old Cloisters. be this morning——” “Don’t late, Bunter!” called out Bob. “It’s Loder Unheeding, Bunter rolled on. In the Cloisters he blinked up and down impatiently for the Bounder. In that
The First Chapter. Bunter’s bright idea! “Bother the fellow!” grunted Billy Bunter. Bunter was annoyed. He blinked to and fro through his big spectacles in the quadrangle at Greyfriars, evidently in search of somebody. But the somebody of whom he was in search did not seem to be in the offing. “Blow him!” said Bunter. It was a sunny March morning, and just on time for first school. Any moment now Bunter expected to hear the bell for classes. And for ten minutes, at least, he had been looking for Smithy without finding him. Herbert Vernon-Smith, the Bounder of Greyfriars, had disappeared after brekker, and the fat Owl of the Remove sought him, but found him not. “I say, you fellows!” Bunter rolled up to Harry Wharton & Co., Who were coming towards the House. “Seen Smithy?” “I believe he went into the Cloisters.” answered Wharton. “Bother him!” growled Bunter. “It will be class in a minute or two——” “Smithy isn’t coming in to class this morning.” said Bob Cherry. “he’s leaving while we’re in the Form.” “I know that. That’s why I want to see him—and the silly ass goes wandering off when a fellow wants to speak to him.” grunted Bunter. And the fat Owl started across the quad towards the old Cloisters. “Don’t be late, Bunter!” called out Bob. “It’s Loder this morning——” Unheeding, Bunter rolled on. In the Cloisters he blinked up and down impatiently for the Bounder. In that