(The strain is over. They relax.)
Captain: The Duke, he jest seen nothin'.
Patch: Jest nothin' at all.
"I 'spects nothin' from Patch" Duke: That 's what gets me. If the ol' lady 'd seen nothin', she would n't took ter fidgettin'. And therefore she seen somethin'. Does yer foller? You, Captain? I 'spects nothin' from Patch.
Patch: Yer hurts me feelin's, Duke.
Duke: Somethin' 's wrong. Somethin' 's wrong with Red Joe.
Patch: Red Joe 's a right smart feller, I says.
Captain: He can shoot as straight as ol' Flint. Barin' meself, Joe 's as straight a shot as I 've seen in many a year. Patch, agin him, is jest a crooked stick.
Patch: Pick on the Duke jest once, why does n't yer?