Joe: Up at the lighthouse. It 's as mirky as hell's back door.
Duke: See Petey?
Joe: I did. He was puttering with his light and meowing to his tabby cat.
Duke: We 're a blessin' ter ol' Petey. I 'm bettin' me stump he 'd get lonesome up there 'cept fer us. (He points to the window to the right, where the lighthouse shows.) There 's ol' Petey, starin' at the ocean. Yer ain 't never seen a light at that t' other winder, has yer Joe? We waits fer a merchantman which he knows has gold aboard. Then we jest tips a hint ter Petey, and he douses his light. Then we sets up our lantern—ol' Flint's lantern—outside on the rocks, jest where she shows at t' other winder. The ship sticks her nose agin the cliff. Smash!
(At this point, after a few moments of convulsion, Patch-Eye falls off the chest. He sits up and rubs his eyes.)
Patch: I dreamed o' gibbets!
"And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib" Duke: Yer is lucky, ol' keg o' rum, yer does n't dream o' purple rhinoceroses. Go back ter bed. (Then to Joe.) Smash! I says. On comes Petey agin. And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib. It was me own idear. Brains, young feller. Jest yer wait, Joey, till yer sees a light at t' other winder.
(Betsy is heard singing in the kitchen. The Duke stops and listens. A dark thought runs through his head. His shrewd eye quests from kitchen door to Joe.)
Duke: Darlin'! Darlin'! (She thrusts in her head.)