we get married. Any longer, though, and she might give up on me!â
âWell, she must understand â and what would she think of you if you didnât go, eh, Billie?â Ellieâs father was smiling but his eyes were serious. âAnyway, it should all be behind us by Christmas. She wonât have much of a wait.â
Jack was looking at them with such a wistful expression that Ellie felt a little of her earlier queasiness return.
âDonât look so worried, Jackie boy,â Stephen joked, punching him playfully on the shoulder, âweâll have those Germans taken care of before you have to join up.â
âBut I want to join up!â Jack spluttered in protest.
âCome on, Jack, Ellie,â Dr Phillips intervened, before Jack could get himself worked up again. âLetâs call by The Dog and Duck and see if we canât recruit a few more soldiers there.â
Endstone was such a tiny village that Jack often joked that you could stand outside one building and hit any of the others by throwing a coin. The pub was only a few yards away, across the square, a little closer to the sea front. Girls werenât allowed inside, so Ellie and Jack waited by the pretty, painted front door. They watched as Ellieâs father entered the gloomy interior, through the blue fog of pipe smoke.
âGood afternoon, gentlemen!â he greeted them loudly.
âAfternoon, Wesley!â
âGood to see you again, Dr Phillips. Iâm just on my way home from the recruitment office. Are you pleased with me?â
âGood man, Arthur, good man. But I think your home is the other way!â
A burst of raucous laughter drifted out to Ellie and Jack.
âHe hasnât told the missus yet!â called one loud voice.
âPint of porter, Doctor Phillips?â
âWell, I oughtnât to but . . . I suppose a half wouldnât hurt!â
âCourse it wouldnât. Just what the doctor ordered, eh, Doctor?â
Ellie rolled her eyes, but Jack was still brooding.
âThose blokes think Iâm a coward,â he said gruffly.
âWho?â
âBillie and Steve.â
âDonât be so silly. Youâre too young , Jack. They know your age as well as I do. You wouldnât be allowed!â
âItâs so stupid, though. Whatâs age got to do with it? Iâm already as tall and strong as Will!â
âWell, whatâs height got to do with it, more to the point?â Ellie laughed, giving him a shove. But Jack did not respond. His gaze went over her head and into the pub behind her, his expression darkening.
Ellie whirled around to see a group of men shuffling uncomfortably around her father. In the smoky darkness at the far end of the bar she recognized Jackâs father. His was the voice that they heard now as the others lapsed into an awkward silence.
âIâm wondering who the devil put you in charge of this whole operation, Doctor?â Mr Scott was perched on the very edge of his stool. âWhat makes you think you can go around bothering men who are tired after an honest weekâs work?â
Ellie heard Jackâs sharp exhalation from behind her and her heart contracted with pity for him. At the same time, she felt her fists tightening as she watched how Mr Scott was looking at her father.
âNo one put me in charge, Joe,â Wesley began in a placating tone. His palms were turned towards Joe, his stance relaxed. âIâm just doing my bit to help, thatâs all. Iâm sorry if I disturbed you.â
âYou did disturb me. You did! What makes you so superior, anyway?â
âCalm down, Joe.â John, the landlord was frowning, shifting from foot to foot behind the bar. âYou wonât be getting any more pints in this establishment if youâre going to carry on like that.â
âWhat does he expect would happen if we all did like he said?â Joe