"Good morning, Sir James," said Lord Powell as Sir James joined him and Lieutenant Foxx for a breakfast of hen eggs and strips of sowbelly tea and cream. "Come join us in this poor breakfast." Lord Powell's complexion had returned to its normal colors, no longer the deathly white of last night.
"Thank thee, milord," said Sir James. "How was your slumber milord?"
"Why I slept like a newborn at his mother’s breast," replied Lord Powell. "What is upon this day’s design for thee?"
"I think I will send the good Lieutenant and a squad of Dragoons to new Salem to speak with the citizens this morning and upon this afternoon to old Salem and all the outlying farmsteads. My man Patsy and I will again try to hunt down that blasphemous wolf and bring you its head, Lord Powell. However, this day we
