Mr. Haveby next selected a young Yorkshire giant to relieve Bunster.
The Yorkshire man had a reputation as a bruiser and preferred fighting
to eating. But Bunster wouldn't fight. He was a regular little
lamb--for ten days, at the end of which time the Yorkshire man was
prostrated by a combined attack of dysentery and fever. Then Bunster
went for him, among other things getting him down and jumping on him a
score or so of times. Afraid of what would happen when his victim
recovered. Bunster fled away in a cutter to Guvutu, where he
signalized himself by beating up a young Englishman already crippled
by a Boer bullet through both hips.

Then it was that Mr. Haveby sent Bunster to Lord Howe, the falling-off
place. He celebrated his landing by mopping up half a case of gin and
by thrashing the elderly and wheezy mate of the schooner which had
brought him. When the schooner departed, he called the kanakas down to
the beach and challenged them to throw him in a wrestling bout,
promising a case of tobacco to the one who succeeded. Three kanakas he
threw, but was promptly thrown by a fourth, who, instead of receiving
the tobacco, got a bullet through his lungs.

And so began Bunster's reign on Lord Howe. Three thousand people lived
in the principal village; but it was deserted, even in broad day, when
he passed through. Men, women, and children fled before him. Even the
dogs and pigs got out of the way, while the king was not above hiding
under a mat. The two prime ministers lived in terror of Bunster, who
never discussed any moot subject, but struck out with his fists
instead.

And to Lord Howe came Mauki, to toil for Bunster for eight long years