They turned into the scrub. After a moment Foden stopped in a little clearing. The sand was soft. The moon, shining brightly, made it glisten.
Aked said: "I don' see the haversack. You wouldn't tell me some lies?"
Foden said: "I wouldn't tell you a lie."
He put out his left hand. His fingers closed round Aked's throat before the scream that was generated could issue through the dirty teeth. Foden squeezed with his left hand. The muscles on the upper part of his arm stood out. Aked clawed at the wrist and arm in front of his face, kicked and lashed out with his feet. Foden never even moved. It was not even necessary for him to use his right hand. After a little while he let go. Aked subsided in a crumpled heap. Foden turned him over with his feet. He reached down for the tin of cigarette
