Dunbar's eyes were grave. "Has Gearey been sparking your daughter?"
"As far as I know, they all have."
"Is there—?" Dunbar waved his hands.
Joe said, "No. There isn't."
Dunbar nibbled his lower lip. "Gearey isn't the best soldier nor the worst. He hasn't been in a fight yet so I can't tell you how he'd act there."
"Where does he come from?"
"New York's his home and," Dunbar became impulsive, "Mr. Tower, I'm going to tell you because I believe you know how to respect a confidence. Gearey comes from a wealthy home. He's here now because he got in trouble."
"What sort?"
"Girl trouble."
"Oh."