Rose asked him if, after they had lost the land, they would find the Gulf Stream that Daddy Bunker had told them about.
"Pretty soon thereafter, little lady," said the man.
"And—and does it have banks?" pursued Rose.
"Does what have banks?" the man asked, in surprise. "The Gulf Stream?"
"Yes, sir."
"No," chuckled the sailor. "It's not like a river—not just like one."
"Then how do you know when you come to the Gulf Stream?" demanded Russ. "I should think you'd sail over it without knowing."
But the sailor told them that the stream, or current, was very broad, that the water was much warmer than the surrounding ocean, and that the Gulf Stream was even a different color from the colder ocean.
"Oh, we won't miss it," declared the man, shaking his head.
Just then Rose saw something out over the ocean, sailing low and making a great flapping of black wings. She pointed eagerly: