"Goin' to be married to-night, Billy?" asked Sam, when the application had been filled out.
"Never mind; go and get the license," replied Will.
When Mr. Wiggins read the names on the blank which Sam brought on his second visit, he dropped the paper and jumped back with horror. Sam laughed outright as he picked it up and held it out to the fear-stricken man.
"Don't be scared," he said; "nobody in the parsonage touched it. I wrote it myself just as Billy Flint told me to."
Mr. Wiggins felt relieved and angry.
"Why didn't you tell me who it was for?" he demanded.
"'Cause you jumped at the answer without givin' me a chance," retorted Sam.
Without another word the town clerk made out the license, and when it was finished gave it to Sam, who started quickly for the door.
"Next time," said Mr. Wiggins, stiffly, "you'll save yourself trouble by not being so close-mouthed."
"And next time," replied Sam, "you'd better not jump the creek till you get to it."