The man in the muddy overalls came forward.
“What you want?”
He spoke with a strong German accent.
The old invariable formula came back to McTeague on the instant.
“What's the show for a job?”
At once the German foreman became preoccupied, looking aimlessly out of the window. There was a silence.
“You hev been miner alretty?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Know how to hendle pick'n shov'le?”
“Yes, I know.”