TALBOT
(helping to prepare).
The very smell of it makes me ravenous. (To Genn.) I wonder where your Uncle is, and Colonel Fairfax?
GENN.
Miles from here, doubtless. (Stretches.) But I am stiff!
WASHINGTON.
And where can Carey be?
TALBOT.
Oh, Carey's lagged behind to get a shot at some grouse that he means to have for supper. Hark!
CAREY
(In background).
Lads! Lads! Where be ye?