She waited a little, then resumed her seat and said:
"And the next man that Old Dad Sloan mentioned as having tried the fire dance was—guess who?"
"The mysterious Bolivio."
She nodded vigorously, both eyes closed.
"He succeeded?"
"He did."
"And the third man to succeed before me?"
"I forget the name. It is of no consequence so far as our mystery is concerned."
"Your mystery, you mean," he laughed. "I'm beginning to believe you know all about it—all about me, about my father and his young-manhood days."
"Oh, no!" she quickly protested.