"Aw, shucks!" protested Sam? "I'm no musician."
"You are," she said gaily. "You are my Three Wise Men of the West. You are all magicians. You took me out of the desert, you have made life beautiful for me. Don't dispel the illusion, Soda-Water Sam. I'd rather hear you play El Capitan than listen to the Philharmonic Orchestra."
"Whatever that is," answered Sam.
Molly's words were light but her eyes were frankly wet now and so were those of the three men.
"Come, Grit," she said, and the dog bounded to her, licking her hand, and so to the rest of them cementing the alliance in his own way.
"Some day!" speculated Mormon as they went to the ranch-house. He got a good deal into those two words, for all three of them.