(Dave Harney, unobserved, has been squatting on hams in front of counter to right, intently reading newspaper. He is making dumb show of excited interest. One of the miners discovers him, runs over to him, and starts to read newspaper over his shoulder. Dave Harney folds newspaper across, resting it on his knee, and looks up coolly into face of Miner.)
MINER
(In hurt voice.)
Can't you give a fellow a squint at your paper?
DAVE HARNEY
Got any sugar?
Sure.
MINER
DAVE HARNEY
Give me a whack at your sugar barrel?