She had never heard of Ben Butler.
He turned the full force of his fifty-two candle power passionut glance upon her.
“The notion of this game is,” he said in his deep, devilish voice, “‘Give and Take.’ You give or I take!”
Verbeena immediately gave a shriek!
And she’d never done anything like that before in her life!
“Did you hear that?” she demanded tensely.
“And that!” and shrieked again.
“That’s what you look like to me! A Shriek, Amut Ben Butler—it’s what you are too! And a pretty loud and silly one!
“You let me right out of here! When my big brother hears of this, he’ll be out this way and kick the fol de rols out of you! That’s what’ll happen. The nerve of you with your banana-skinned face and black licorice whiskers! Stand back, miscreant, I would pass!”
“May Allah bust eggs on my turban!” hissed the Sheik Amut Ben Butler, “but this is a saucy baggage!”