"That is what he did, and when the other man came along peering into the bushes, just reached out and grabbed him by the leg.

Then they both rolled over, and I think that must have been a tolerably grim struggle.

There they were, alone, far up in the bush, and probably not a living soul within forty miles of them." Seaforth stopped again and reached out for his glass, while he noticed that Deringham emptied his at a gulp and refilled it with fingers that seemed to shake a trifle.
"And your friend got away ?" said somebody.
"No, sir," said Seaforth.

"It was the other man.

The one I knew had his hand on the other's throat and his knife feeling for a soft place when his adversary broke away from him.