CHAPTER XXVI.
ON THE ISLAND.
Meanwhile, what of poor Ralph? Was it true that he had been dashed to his death over the high cliff?
Happily, it was not true. Yet, for a long while after he was pushed over, the boy knew nothing of what had happened.
He went down and down, clutching vainly at rocks and bushes as he passed. Then his head struck a stone and he was knocked senseless.
How long he remained in this state he did not know. When he came to all was dark around him and silent.
Putting his hand to his face he found it covered with blood. There was a large bruise on his left temple, and his head ached as it never had before.
"Where am I?" was his first thought. "What has hap—— Oh!"