Dog
Get away from me! Ain’t you done enough?
Barton
S’il vous plait, monsieur hound. I am so sorry, if I had any idea—
Dog
Any idea? Did you come here to apologize?
Barton
I don’t know what else to do.
Dog
There’s nothing for you to do. Nothing! You just sit there in your mud hole and enjoy a full belly. A dog’s life is a fair price for a good meal, ain’t it?
Barton
No! No, it’s not! Mister Hound, please, I stole from the coop before and no dog’s been killed over it. How could I have known?
Dog
That’s a fine question to be asking the one you’re killing, ain’t it? You want to help me?
Barton
Oui, oui, yes, please, anything!
Dog
Then get out of here! Give me a last night of peace.
Barton
I could release your chain.
Dog
If this chain could be broken, I’d have done it, wouldn’t I?
Barton
There's got to be something I can do.
Dog
There is. You go on home and look at those black gloves you’re wearing and be thankful the Good Lord was kind enough to cover up all that bright red on your hands. Least he could do for putting the devil’s color on your back. Now go!