I kinda thought you ought to know, maybe--but I'd never say a word if I didn't feel pretty sure you'd keep it behind your teeth." "Well--I'm waiting to see what it is," Ford replied non-committally.
Dick opened the kitchen door, and led Ford through that into the bunk-room.

"You wait here--I'm afraid Mose might come back," he said, and went into the kitchen.

When he returned he had a gallon jug in his hand.

He was still smiling.
"I went to mix me up some soda-water for heartburn," he said, "and when I picked up this jug, Mose took it out of my hand and said it was boiled cider, that he'd got for mince-meat.

So when he went out, I took a taste.