MINER
(Surprised and shocked.)
No.
DAVE HARNEY
Then nary squint at my noospaper.
(In meantime other miners and clerks have surrounded him, all demanding to see his newspaper. Whereupon he puts paper in his pocket, rises to his feet, and starts toward door to right, miners and clerks following him and grumbling at his meanness.)
DAVE HARNEY
(Pausing with his hand on door.)
You think you're smart, don't you? Got a corner on sugar, eh? And poor Dave Harney left without no sweetenin' for his coffee an' mush. Well, poor Dave Harney's got a corner on noos. When you want noos, come an' see him, an' be sure an bring your sugar along.
(Goes out, followed by miners.)