"It's going to be a dandy concert this afternoon," said Bert Passmore. "The bandmaster is going to play one of his new marches and a medley of patriotic airs, as well as a piece called 'A Hunt in a Storm.' They say it's fine."

   "I hope they don't have to play it in a storm," returned Dave, with another look at the sky.

   "Oh, that storm has gone the other way," answered Bert Passmore. "They often do up here."

   "Did you get tickets?" asked Roger.

   "Sure; and I've reserved seats for you at our table, too, for lunch, and for dinner to-night, if you'll stay."

   "I don't know about to-night, Bert. But I'm thankful to you, just the same. After the concert we want to give you a ride around the lake."

   "That will be fine!"

   The car was put under the hotel shed, and the boys went in the hotel to prepare for lunch. Mr. and Mrs. Passmore were present and were introduced, and a little later all sat down to eat.

   There was an amusement park not far from the hotel and the band concert was to be given there, in a large pavilion that was open on the sides. As it was but a short distance away, the boys allowed the car to stay in the shed and walked to the place. A big crowd was collecting, and by the time the concert commenced, the spot was jammed with people.

   "It's a lucky thing your friend got reserved seats for us," observed Dave to Roger. "Just look at the crowds coming in!"

   Phil had gone off—to get some programs. Now, as he pushed his way to his seat, his face showed unusual excitement.

   "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.

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