Let the man sail his own mast overboard! He isn’t in the way.
Simon.
[With dazed gesture.] You must—you must——
Marietje.
[Crossly.] What’s the matter now?
Simon.
[Mumbling.] The ribs—and—and——[Firmly.] That’s fast!——
Geert, Jo., Cobus, Daantje and Saart.
Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!
Mees.