A Plan Gone Wrong It was Mose crashing headlong into the old messbox where he kept rattly basins, empty lard pails, and such, that roused Ford.

He got up and went into the kitchen, and when he saw what was, the matter, extricated Mose by the simple method of grabbing his shoulders and pulling hard; then he set the cook upon his feet, and got full in his face the unmistakable fumes of whisky.
"What?
You got another jug ?" he asked, with some disgust, steadying Mose against the wall.
"Ah--I ain't got any jug uh nothin'," Mose protested, rather thickly.
"And I never took them bottles outa the stack; that musta been Dick done that.

Get after him about it; he's the one told me where yuh hid 'em--but I never touched 'em, honest I never.

If they're gone, you get after Dick.

Don't yuh go 'n' lay it on me, now!" He was whimpering with maudlin pathos before he finished.