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sending me to another school but would find something for me
to do in his office. Do you realise what that means? Work!” said Bunter, in
almost a hollow voice.
The Famous Five gazed at him. They did not speak.
Perhaps they were overcome by the sense of tragedy in that awful prospect.
Bunter blinked at them sadly.
“I’m for it!” he said, “unless I can get round Quelch. I’m done for unless he
gives me a good report this term. What can a fellow do?”
“That’s an easy one,” said Johnny Bull. “A fellow could chuck up being a fat,
lazy, footling frowster!”
“Oh, really, Bull—.”
“You could chuck up dodging games,” suggested Bob Cherry.
“Oh, really, Cherry—.”
“You could do your prep, instead of frowsting in the armchair in No. 7 while
Toddy and Dutton do theirs!” suggested Frank Nugent.
“Oh. really, Nugent—.”
“You could chuck up snooping tuck in other fellows’ studies!” suggested
Wharton.
“Oh, really, Wharton—.”
“You could chuck up the execrable fibfulness, and try your hand at esteemed
veracity!” suggested Hurree Jam- set Ram Singh.
“Oh, really, Inky—.”
Billy Bunter did not seem to regard these suggestions as helpful.
He had been thinking deeply and dolorously over what Mr. Quelch had said to
him. He realised very clearly that he would have to go, if he did not placate
Quelch. But the path of reform seemed to offer him no attractions.
“Well, old fat man, if Quelch has got his back up to that extent, the best
thing you can do is to pull up your socks while there’s time!” said Bob Cherry.
“Henry is a man of his word—you can bank on that. Now what about tea, you men?”
“Come on,” said Harry. “Tea in my study—if Bunter’s left anything there.”
And the Famous Five tramped out of the Rag—followed by a dolorous blink from the
Owl of the Remove.
“Oh, lor’!” mumbled Bunter.
Skinner and Snoop and Stott came into the Rag. They glanced at the dolorous Owl
in the armchair—and then stared at him. He gave Skinner and Co. a lack-lustre
blink.
“What’s the row, fatty?” asked Skinner. “Coker caught you in his study after
his tuck?”
“Wharton been looking for his cake?” grinned Snoop.
“I—I say, you fellows, what do you think? I—I may have to leave Greyfriars,”
groaned Bunter. “You mayn’t see me here next term.”
“No such luck!” said Skinner.
“Too good to be true!” said Snoop, shaking his head.
“Too jolly good!” said Stott.
Skinner and Co. did not seem sympathetic.
The fat Owl heaved himself out of the armchair, and rolled out of the Rag,
leaving Skinner and Co. laughing. In the passage he came on Squiff, of the
Remove.
“I say, Squiff, old chap—.”
“Sorry—stony!” answered Squiff.
“I say, I’m going at the end of the term, Squiff. I shall have to leave
Greyfriars!” mumbled Bunter.
“Well, you couldn’t expect to take it with you,” said Squiff.
“Beast!”
Bunter rolled on. He grabbed Peter Todd by the arm. Peter, as his study-mate in
No. 7, was sure to be sympathetic.
“Peter, old fellow—!”
“Nothing in the study,” said Peter. “I’m going to tea in hall. So don’t waste
your old fellows on me.”
“I’m for it, Peter! What would you feel like if you never saw me in No. 7 Study
again?”
“Fine!” said Peter. And he went into hall, leaving Billy Bunter glaring after
him with a glare that almost cracked his spectacles.
It really seemed that if the catastrophe happened, and Billy Bunter had to
leave Greyfriars, there would be a lot of dry eyes when he went!
    CHAPTER XI
    NEW RESOLUTIONS!
    “WHARTON, old chap—!”
“Don’t bother!”
“But I say—!”
“Buzz off!”
“Look here—!”
“Dry up!”
Billy Bunter did not dry up: neither did he buzz off. He rolled into No. 1
Study, and shut the door after him: and the captain of the Remove reached for a
missile.
It was several days since Bunter’s heart-to-heart talk with his form-master in
Quelch’s study. By that time, all the