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!" With that he threw off his magnificent, flowing white cloak and he hopped her. He had her in a mad, palpitant chancery but Verbeena put up some great infighting. She gave it to him good--right and left into the _kish-kish_ (ringside and Yiddish for breadbasket) and now and again sought the point of the chin with a left uppercut that had hitherto always served her well. It had beautifully in that fight with the policeman. But in all the many other bouts in which Verbeena had been engaged, kissing was strictly foul. It was sometimes permitted at the ringsides, she had observed, at the end of a fight, but never in the mix-ups. Unsportsmanlike brute! For as she let go a wild, desperate uppercut it shot harmlessly past an adroitly lowered chin and the next instant he had smacked her full upon the mouth. A terrific, scorching smack! It knocked Verbeena wuffy. She could almost hear a referee, a misty, intangible wraith-like referee, giving her the full count, for the hot mouth pressed against hers was superlatively soporific, nicotinically, garliciously narcotic. "First fall!" grinned the Sheik Amut Ben Butler the while he chucked the giddy girl through some heavy curtains upon a stack of soft yellow, pink, red (dark and light) gold, silver green and mauve cushions. Yet Verbeena, remember, had verve! Besides, she well knew the ha-ha the world ever handed a fallen champ or lady who claimed to have been drugged. Realizing she was up against a losing fight, yet she arose for more trouble. Yep, up she came defiant if saggy. Nobody had ever put her in such a bait before! She would go on with it--on--on--on with it! She'd get him yet! Yet only too well she knew that one more fragrant kiss like that which she had just put over and she must go whiff-whaff. It had been a soul-numbing smack. And she felt her knees knockier than she ever had known them. Also she seemed to have had just then a glimpse of her moral stamina and the vision was as of the Leaning Tower of Pisa in a high wind.