Now, there's a man that'll drink whisky as long as it's made, if he can get it.

I wouldn't trust that old devil as far as I can throw him, and that's a fact.

I have to watch pretty close, to keep it off the ranch, and him on.

It's the only way to get along with him--he's apt to run amuck, if he gets full enough; and good cooks are as scarce as good foremen." A heartening smile went with the last sentence.
"If he does make connections with the booze, don't can him, Ford, if you can help it.

Just shut him up somewhere till he gets over it.