Seeing this, they changed their plan, and, all three grasping his legs, slewed him partially round, and thus drew his feet out of the water.
"Now we must warm him," said Corrie, eagerly; for, the first shock of the discovery of the supposed dead body of his friend being over, the sanguine boy began to entertain hopes of resuscitating him.

"I've heard that the best thing for drowned people is to warm them: so, Alice, do you take one hand and arm, Poopy will take the other, and I will take his feet, and we'll all rub away till we bring him to; for we must, we _shall_ bring him round." Corrie said this with a fierce look and a hysterical sob.

Without more words he drew out his clasp-knife, and, ripping up the cuffs of the man's coat, laid bare his muscular arm.

Meanwhile Alice untied his neckcloth, and Poopy tore open his Guernsey frock and exposed his broad, brown chest.
"We must warm that at once," said Corrie, beginning to take off his jacket, which he meant to spread over the seaman's breast.
"Stay! my petticoat is warmer," cried Alice, hastily divesting herself of a flannel garment of bright scarlet, the brilliant beauty of which had long been the admiration of the entire population of Sandy Cove.

The child spread it over the seaman's chest, and tucked it carefully down at his sides, between his body and the wet garments.