"I wonder where he got it." "Search me--oh, by jiminy, here he comes! I'm going to take a scoot, Ford.

Don't give me away, will you?
And if I was you, I wouldn't say anything to Mose--I know that old devil pretty well.

He'll keep mighty quiet about it himself--unless you jump him about it.

Then he'll roar around to everybody he sees, and claim it was a plant." He slid stealthily through the outer door, and Ford saw him run down into the gully and disappear, while Mose was yet half-way from the stable.
Ford sat on the edge of a bunk and looked at the jug beside him.

If Dick had deliberately planned to tempt him, he had chosen the time well; and if he had not done it deliberately, there must have been a malignant spirit abroad that day.
For twenty-four hours Ford had been more than usually restless and moody.