Five minutes later found them at the place where the entertainment was to take place. Roger took his chums around to the stage door and in, and introduced Dave and Shadow to his friends, and then the students from Oak Hall went around to the front and secured seats near one of the boxes.
The programme was a light and varied one—such as are usually given by college glee clubs—and Dave and his chums enjoyed it thoroughly. One bass singer rendered a topical song, the glee club joining in the chorus. This was wildly applauded, and the singer had to give at least a dozen verses of the effusion.
"This is all right!" whispered Dave. "I wish our glee club could do as well."
"Maybe it will—when the boys are as old as these fellows," answered Shadow.
"These fellows are the best singers at the college," said Roger. "They can't get into the club unless they have first-class voices."
The concert came to an end about half-past ten o'clock, and Roger waited for a while, in order to talk to his friends again. Then he, Dave, and Shadow started on the return to Oak Hall.
Their course took them past the railroad station and a row of small dwellings. Just as they were between the station and the dwellings a light from a street lamp fell full upon two persons standing some distance away.
"Look! there is Gus Plum again!" cried Dave.
"Yes, and that is Nick Jasniff with him!" said the senator's son, in a tone of great surprise.
"Let us go over and make sure," suggested Shadow.