CHAPTER XV.
REMARKABLE DOINGS OF POOPY--EXTRAORDINARY CASE OF RESUSCITATION.
It is time now to return to our unfortunate friends, Corrie, Alice, and Poopy, who have been left long enough exposed on the summit of the cliff, from which they had expected to be tossed by the savages, when the guns of the Talisman so opportunely saved them.
The reader will observe that these incidents, which have taken so long to narrate, were enacted in a very brief space of time.

Only a few hours elapsed between the firing of the broadside already referred to and the anchoring of the Talisman in the bay, where the Foam had cast anchor some time before her; yet in this short space of time many things occurred on the island which are worthy of particular notice.
As we have already remarked, Corrie and his two companions in misfortune had been bound, and in this condition were left by the savages to their fate.

Their respective positions were by no means enviable.

Poor Alice lay near the edge of the cliff, with her wrists and ankles so securely tied that no effort of which she was capable could set her free.

Poopy lay about ten yards further up the cliff, flat on her sable back, with her hands tied behind her, and her ankles also secured; so that she could by no means attain to a sitting position, although she made violent and extraordinary efforts to do so.