"Oh, no, he wasn't. He said it real serious. He told Aunt Jo about it."
"But how can a stream—that means a river—be running in the ocean? There wouldn't be any banks!" declared the doubtful Rose.
"Let's go and ask him about it," suggested Russ. "And we'll want to keep on the lookout for that Gulf Stream too. I wouldn't want to go past it without seeing it."
They were just about to hunt for Daddy Bunker in the crowd on deck when Laddie came running to them. He was very much excited and he could hardly speak when he reached his older brother and sister.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" gasped the smaller boy.
"What is the matter, Laddie?" demanded Russ.
"If it is another riddle, Laddie, take your time. We'll stop and listen to it."
"It isn't a riddle—Yes, it is, too! I guess it's a sort of riddle, anyway," said Laddie. "Have you seen him?"
"That sounds like a riddle," said Rose. "And of course we haven't seen him. What is the answer?"
"Who is it that you are asking your riddle about?" demanded Russ.