“Not by a dam’ sight!” shouted Andrew Galpin. “You can’t quit. Not now.”
“But if it comes to war—”
“This is your war. You’ve got your fighting cut out for you right here. It’s a dandy scrap if there ever was one.”
“It is n’t the same.”
“Ay-ah! Sure it is n’t. Has n’t got the headline stuff in it. ‘Gallant Young Editor Goes to War.’ Hey? Is that what you’re after?”
Jeremy sat silent, disconcerted by the bitterness and anger in his associate’s voice.
“You were going, if you could.”
Again Andy winced. “That’s different. You could run the paper without me—”
“Not for a week!”
“You’re saying that to make me feel better about it. Jem, you can’t quit. This is your job.”