Batting a betting man

“Bend him over, you men!” The “men” promptly collared Aubrey Angel, and in spite of his furious resistance, bent him over one of his own chairs. He was held there, struggling fiercely, red with rage. – Extracted from Asking For Trouble, byFrank Richards, The Magnet, 9 October 1926. Available to download free-of-charge here. 

Aubrey Angel of the Fourth-Form at Greyfriars School has been making bets against the Remove in an forthcoming football match. This angers Temple, Dabney and Fry of the Remove who decide to pay Angel a visit in his study.

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The fives bat came into view.

Aubrey Angel jumped up in alarm.

“Look here, you bullying cad!” he exclaimed savagely.

“Bend over!” said Temple, in quite a magisterial manner.

“What?” yelled Angel, “You’re telling me to bend over, as if you were a Sixth-Form prefect?

“Yes.”

“You cheeky cad.”

“Are you bendin’ over?”

“No!” yelled Angel.

“Bend him over, you men!”

The “men” promptly collared Aubrey Angel, and in spite of his furious resistance, bent him over one of his own chairs. He was held there, struggling fiercely, red with rage.

Then Temple started with the fives bat.

Whack!

There was a wild yell from Aubrey.

Whack! Whack!

“You rotten bully!” shrieked Aubrey. “Stop it!”

Whack! Whack!

The black sheep of the Fourth squirmed wildly. But Dabney and Fry held him securely. There was no escape for Aubrey. Temple swept up the fives bat for a final emphatic swipe.

Whack!

“Whooop!”

“That’s that!” said Cecil Reginald Temple cheerily. “Let him go.”

Dabney and Fry released the victim. Angel staggered away, crimson and panting.

“Now we’ve pointed out to you the error of your ways,” said Temple blandly. “Bear it in mind, old bean.”

“You – you rotters – three to one!” panted Angel.

“That’s all right! If you’re dissatisfied, pick out your man to meet you in the gym, with or without gloves,” said Temple scornfully. “You’ve been batted for betting on the matches. If you want a lickin’ to follow, name your man.”

“Oh, rather,” said Dabney.

“Quite at your service, Angel!” smiled Fry.

Angel did not name his man. He gave the trio a black and bitter look.

“Get out of my study!” he snarled.

“Jolly glad to, now we’ve read you the lesson,” said Temple. “Your study is a bit poisonous, Angel. Come on, you fellows.”

Temple tucked the fives bat under his arm, and the three juniors left the study. Angel slammed the door savagely after them.

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