"Will you give it to me ?" she asked directly.
Ford folded his arms and scowled down at the jug.

"No," he refused at last, "I won't.

If booze is going to be the boss of me I want to know it.

And I can't know it too quick." "But--you're only human, Ford!" "Sure.

But I'm kinda hoping I'm a man, too." His eyes lightened a little while they rested upon her.
"But you've got the poison of it--it's like a traitor in your fort, ready to open the door.