"Guess whom I saw!" he gasped, as he sat down.
"Who was it?" demanded his chums, quickly.
"Job Haskers."
"Never!" cried Roger.
"What is he doing here?" demanded Dave.
"I saw him for only a moment," explained the shipowner's son. "He was right in the crowd and I couldn't follow him."
"Was he alone?" asked Dave, with increasing interest, for he had not forgotten the trials and tribulations this former teacher of Oak Hall had caused him.
"I don't know that, either—there were so many people around him."
"Maybe you were mistaken, Phil," said Roger.
"Not much! I'd know Job Haskers out of a million."
"I think we all would," murmured Dave. "Did he see you?"
"I don't think he did. He was over there—that's all I know about it," and Phil pointed with his hand into a crowd on their left.
"We can take a look around for him between the parts and after the concert," said Dave; and then the brass band struck up and the concert began.
The various musical numbers were well rendered, and encores were numerous. The concert
