Patsey: “Goin' to hunt bars? Dad seed a lot o' tracks at sun-up.”
The Pirates (hesitating): “No—o—”
Patsey: “I am; know where I kin get a six-shooter?”
The Pirates (almost ready to abandon piracy for bear-hunting, but preserving their dignity): “Can't! We've runn'd away for real pirates.”
Patsey: “Not for good!”
The Queen (interposing with sad dignity and real tears in her round blue eyes): “Yes!” (slowly and shaking her head). “Can't go back again. Never! Never! Never! The—the—eye is cast!”
Patsey (bursting with excitement): “No-o! Sho'o! Wanter know.”
The Pirates (a little frightened themselves, but tremulous with gratified vanity): “The Perleese is on our track!”
Patsey: “Lemme go with yer!”
Hickory: “Wot'll yer giv?”