Captain: What does yer think she saw?
Patch: Was it blood drippin'?
Duke: I 'll tell yer. I 'll tell yer.
(But he continues whittling.)
Captain: Well, ain 't we listenin', Duke?
Patch: Jest strainin' our ears.
Duke: I 'll tell yer. I squinted in the glass, meself, arter it was broke.
Captain and Patch: What did yer see?
(There is intense silence. The Duke comes forward to the table. He taps his fingers sagely. He looks mysteriously at his fellow pirates. They put their heads together. The Duke sinks his voice. In such posture and accent was the gunpowder plot hatched out.)
Duke: Nothin'! Jest nothin'!