"Of course, I didn't mean—" he stammered.
"Never mind," interrupted Will, "I have an errand for you to do. Go to the town clerk, and get a blank application for a marriage license."
"A—a what?" gasped Sam.
"I'm not crazy, Sam," said Will, who was much amused by Sam's astonishment. "Do as I've asked, and when there is any news worth telling you shall hear it first."
Sam started off without another word, and Will returned to his father and Barbara.
When Sam made his errand known to Mr. Wiggins, the town clerk, he was laughed at.
"No foolin' now," said Sam, impatiently. "I want one of them applications, and I want it quick."
"There you are," replied Mr. Wiggin, as he handed Sam the desired blank. "Better fill it out right here, Sam, and then I can give you the license without any delay."
"No; I guess I won't fill it out jest now," drawled Sam, with a grin.