Ford scowled at him thoughtfully.
"Dick told you about the bottles in the haystack, did he ?" he asked.
"Which stack was it?
And how many bottles ?" Mose gave him a bleary stare.

"Aw, you know.

You hid 'em there yourself! Dick said so.

I ain't goin' to say which stack, or how many bottles--or--any other--darn thing about it." He punctuated his phrases by prodding a finger against Ford's chest, and he wagged his head with all the self-consciousness of spurious virtue.

"Promised Dick I wouldn't, and I won't.