"You expect to do nothing more, then?" he asked finally.
Scotty did not look up. "No," he responded. "I can do nothing more. She will have to find out her mistake for herself."
Ben regarded the older man steadily. It would have been difficult to express that look in words.
"You'd be willing to help, would you," he suggested, "if you saw a way?"
The Englishman's eyes lifted. Even the incredible took on an air of possibility in the hands of this strong-willed ranchman.
"Yes," he repeated. "I will gladly do anything I can."
For half a minute Ben Blair did not speak. Not a nerve twitched or a muscle stirred in his long body; then he stood up, the broad sinewy shoulders squared, the masterful chin lifted.
"Very well," he said. "Call a carriage, and be ready to leave town in half an hour."
Scotty blinked helplessly. The necessity of sudden action always threw him into confusion. His mind needed not minutes but days to adjust itself to the unpremeditated.
"Why?" he queried. "What do you intend doing?"