"Of course he's right," said Price. "I'm human." He knew that much. The rest of the talk was a mystery, but that didn't matter. Not right now. "I come from the West. I'm a friend."
Burr looked sullen. "Humans don't fly. Only Starlords do that."
"Maybe he's a collaborator?" said a yellow-haired boy, all bright and eager, and Burr smiled again.
"Maybe. Anyway, he's none of us. Stand by, Twist."
But Twist did not stand by. He faced the others in fatherly anger at their stupidity.
"You're almighty anxious for a killing Burr. Now what's the Chief going to say when we come back and tell him that a human man came in an airplane, and asked us for help, and we stuck him like a pig and left the plane for the Star Lords?"
For some reason the word "plane" sobered them down and made them thoughtful. Twist pressed his advantage.