Captain: Ner sailormen swingin' in the wind?
(Old Meg is visibly affected by what she has seen. The Duke, with a suspicious glance at Red Joe, moves forward to look over her shoulder at the glass. Slyly she sees him. She pushes the crystal forward and it breaks upon the stones. Then she rises abruptly. She lifts a portentous finger. She advances to Red Joe.)
Meg: I sees danger fer yer, Joe. Who can tell whether it be death? 'T is beyond my magic. But beware a knife! Go not near the cliff! (Then, in a lower tone.) You will see me agin. And in your hour o' danger. When yer least expects it.
(She is about to curtsy, but turns abruptly and leaves the cabin. Darlin', with shaken nerves, runs to bolt the door. There is silence except for the monotone of rain.)
Patch: Nice cheerful ol' lady, I says.
Captain: Yer can pipe the devil up, but she give me shivers.
Joe: For just a minute I thought some old lady had died and left me her money box.
(The Duke picks up a fragment of the crystal and puts it to his eye. He examines it at the candle, and turns it round and round. He makes nothing of it, and shakes his head.)
Patch: Yer can dim me gig that 's left, I 'm clean upset.
Captain: I ain 't been so down in the boots since the blessed angels took Flint ter 'ell.