Cob.
Tja, tja.
Daan.
Sharks not like me—They’ll swallow a corpse. Peh! I saw old Willem bitten in two till the blood spouted on high. And he was a thin man.
Clem.
Was old Willem eaten by a shark?
Daan.
By one? By six. Quick as he fell overboard they grabbed him. The water was red.
Clem.
Hey! How frightful. And yet—I’d rather like to see a thing like that.