Betsy: Did you call, Captain?
Darlin': Nobody ain 't callin' yer, dearie. Now jest toddle back to the kitchen.
Duke: This ain 't no place fer a leetle girl. It will give yer bad dreams. Mince pie 's nothin'.
(Betsy attempts to leave the cabin by the door that leads to the cliffs—the door at the rear of the cabin.)
Duke: Where you goin', Betsy?
Betsy: I 've an errand in the village.
Duke: Well, yer ain 't goin'. It ain 't no night fer a leetle girl ter be out. I ain 't goin' ter have me Duchess snifflin' with a cold. Go to grandma! It was me discovered him, Captain. I 'm askin' yer a favor. He 's a snooper.
Patch: Captain, I gets rusty.
Captain: Lay off, me hearties. Duke! Patch! I loves both o' yer. I loves yer equal, like two mugs o' grog as is full alike. Yer can pitch dice ter see which does it.
(He places the dice cup on the table beside the candle. The Duke and Patch take their places. Betsy, under cover of this centered interest, runs to Red Joe, who whispers to her.)