him."

"This is my Cousin Harry I told you about," said Bert, introducing
Harry, and the two boys greeted each other, cordially.

All four got into the boat, and Harry took care of Freddie while the
other boys rowed.

"Oh. I'm afraid someone has stoled Downy," cried Freddie, "and maybe
they'll make--make--pudding out of him."

"No danger," said Hal, laughing. "No one around here would touch your
duck. But he might have gotten curious to see the ocean. He
certainly doesn't seem to be around here."

The boys had reached the line where the little lake went in a tunnel
under a road, and then opened out into the ocean.

"We'll have to leave the boat here," said Hal, "and go and ask people
if Downy came down this way."

Tying up the boat to a stake, the boys crossed the bridge, and made
their way through the crowd of bathers down to the waves.

"Oh, oh!" screamed Freddie. "I see him! There he is!" and sure
enough, there was Downy, like a tiny speck, rolling up and down on the
waves, evidently having a fine swim, and not being in the least
alarmed at the mountains of water that came rolling in.

"Oh, how can we get him?" cried Freddie, nearly running into the water