Mr.Busby was a well-meaning, small-minded person, anxious to justify his appointment.
His Alsatians did not like him, and complained that his manners were exclusive and his wit caustic.

Probably this meant nothing more than that he declined to join in their drinking-bouts.

His life, however, had its own excitements.

A chief whom he had offended tried to shoot him.

Crouching one night in the verandah of the resident's cottage, he fired at the shadow of Mr.Busby's head as it appeared on the window-blind.