Bunter the Stowaway by Frank Richards

Author:Frank Richards [Richards, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0100-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

A FRIEND IN NEED

'OH, my hat, look at Bunter!'

The Removites stared, as the fattest figure at Greyfriars rolled out of Cook's office on the Promenade des Anglais, clutching a handful of French notes. The fat Owl blinked at them.

'Sorry I can't stand you fellows a treat,' he said, 'but this is my capital. When I have made it a lot more-'

'How are you going to make it a lot more?' demanded Bob Cherry.

'He, he, he! That would be telling. You chaps wouldn't understand. You require a brain on this sort of thing.'

'That'll have to be your first purchase then,' commented Johnny Bull. 'You'll need one, of course.'

'Ha, ha, ha!'

'What's the game, old man?' Harry Wharton asked the fat Owl.

'La boule,' replied Bunter. 'You put some money on a number and get seven times as much.'

'Or lose the lot! You utter ass, are you intending to go into the Casino? Quelch will be along presently, and if he hears that you have any such idea, he'll skin you.'

'Before the croupiers do,' added Johnny Bull. 'But we needn't worry. They won't let you in. Juniors aren't admitted.'

'So all your French studies will be wasted,' said Nugent. 'Never mind! Better those than your cash.'

'Put it away, Bunter,' advised Harry Wharton. 'Tisn't safe to display money like that.' One or two people passing had turned to smile at Bunter flourishing his money. It was not often that the fat Owl had so much at one time-and he seemed to like to make the fact public, which was unwise. Nice, no doubt like other places, had its quota of people who were not all they should be!

The fat Removite snorted, but he took Wharton's advice and then blinked along the promenade.

'I think I'll just take a stroll,' he said. 'You fellows need not come with me-in fact, I'd rather you didn't! This is a select place, and a fellow has to be careful of the people he's seen with-Ow! Wow!'

Johnny Bull's foot had landed on the seat of the tightest trousers on the Promenade des Anglais.

'Wooooh! Beast!'

'Ha, ha, ha!'

'Ow! After that, Bull, I shall refuse to have anything more to do with you!'

The fat Owl strode away. Harry Wharton looked anxiously after him.

'That fat ass is heading for the casino,' he said.

'The admitfulness will not be terrific,' observed Hurree Jamset Ram Singh.

'They won't let him in, Harry,' agreed Bob Cherry. 'He'll be pushed out to find his way to the nearest tuckshop. He'll come to no harm!'

'With all that money on him?'

'It's his own money,' remarked Johnny Bull. 'His father seems to have sent it for expenses. And even Bunter can't blue ten quid in tuck in one morning. Come on!'

'Ha, ha, ha!'

'He'll do his best,' said Nugent. 'Let's leave him to it, and move on.'

The Removites strolled along the Promenade. Lord Mauleverer was not with them, at the moment, having announced his intention of sitting in a deck-chair, and looking at the sea. At Greyfriars, the Famous Five might have seized him, and

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