MAYNARD: (Taking roll of bills from pocket and counting out the money.) I think I will. Here's the thousand dollars.
HARVEY: And now the dog is yours.
(MAYNARD fastens dog to exterior of dog-house.)
MAYNARD: I hope I have better luck with him than I had with my other dogs.
HARVEY: Why, what do you mean?
FELIX: (In back-ground.) Yes, please explain yourself.
MAYNARD: (Chuckling.) Well, you see my neighbors ain't very fond of dogs and as fast as I get one they either poison him or shoot him.
FELIX: (In back-ground.) I can see my finish.
HARVEY: Well, it won't make any difference with this dog. You can fill him full of bullets and he won't even feel it.
FELIX: (Aside.) No, I'll be dead.