Duke: I says so. But he 's a wee bit nobby—kinder stiff in the nose.
Patch: Looks as if he knowed he was kinder good.
Duke: It 's queer how he come ter us. Jest settin' on top his dory on the beach, when we found him. And what he said about his ship goin' down! Blast me ol' stump, but it were queer.
Patch: Queer?
Duke: Yer said it, Patch. Queerer than mermaids. Did we ever see a stick o' that ship? I 'm askin' yer, Patch.
Patch: Ain 't I listenin'?
Duke: Ain 't I tellin' yer? Nary a bit washed in. Did yer ever know a wreck 'long here where nothin' washed in—jest nothin'? I 'm askin' yer.
Patch: You and me would starve if it happened regular.
Duke: It 's what we lives by—pickin's on the beach.
Patch: He 's a right smart pirate, 's Red Joe. The Captain—the most 'ticerler man I know—he took ter him at once. He 's a kinder good-lookin' feller.