Patch: Are yer feared o' somethin' special, Duke?
Duke: Feared? If we ain 't quick, there 'll be a gibbet fer all o' us.
Captain: Ain 't the clock tickin' peaceful?
Patch: She ain 't got no right ter tick. It 's like a dead man talkin'.
"I 'll be wipin off a streak o' red upon me breeks" Duke: Quick! Give me the knife! I 'll stick it in him. And when I 'm done, we scatters. There 's trouble brewin'. Termorrer night, when the tide is out, we meets at the holler cave. And may the devil lend a helpin' hand. Snooper, are yer ready? Does yer see this here blade shinin' in the candle? In about one minute I 'll be wipin' off a streak o' red upon me breeks. Flint—blessin' on yer gentle soul!—yer can rest in peace!
(He approaches Joe with upraised knife. Suddenly he cries out.)
Duke: It 's him the fortin-teller mentioned. It 's the man in a velvet cloak!
Captain: It 's him! Me God! Me hook!
(With a growl of rage the pirates leap forward toward Joe, but are arrested by the sound of running feet. Into the cabin rushes the sailor captain, followed by three sailors. The sailor captain cries "'Vast there!" and the pirates turn to face his men. They put up a fight worthy of old Flint. Darlin', to escape the rough-and-tumble runs half way up the ladder. The table is overturned. The stools are kicked across the room. Even the precious grog is spilled. But the pirates' valor is insufficient. They are overpowered at last and tied. Red Joe's cords are cut. Into the cabin Betsy comes running, followed by old Meg.)