(Joe is bound again with rope.)
Duke: It 's him that done it. It 's Red Joe.
Captain: How did he get loose?
Duke: (as he points to the knife on the floor). Does yer see that knife? Does yer see Joe? I 'm tellin' yer. It was him shot out the lantern.
Patch: Did n't I help ter tie him meself?
Duke: Askin' yer pardon, Captain, but you and Patch has the brains o' a baby aligator. A stuffed rhinocopoterus is pos'-lutely nothin'. Askin' yer pardon fer speakin' so plain. I does all yer thinkin' for yer. There 's some folks settin' here as are fat-headed, and thinks ships' lanterns explode.
Patch: Easy now, ol' dear. Yer alers pitchin' inter me, 'cause I 'm good-natered.
Captain: Red Joe, I calls yer a dirty spy. A swab! A landlubber! Fer one copper farthin' I 'd ketch yer one with this hook.
Duke: It was me discovered him. I asks yer, Captain, ter leave Red Joe ter me. I hates him most perticerler.
(Betsy enters from the kitchen.)