"Is he...?"
Carroll grunted. "I'm not interested," he said. "Come on—you've got to show me the way out!"
"But I can't do that!"
Carroll advanced upon her. He caught her arm and brought it up behind her. He lifted gently.
"Now," he said, "you're going to show me the way out of here or I'll twist this off, see?"
"But I mustn't," she said.
Carroll smiled sourly.
"Rhine," he said pointedly, "you've lost your home right now. From here on in you are on the outside of your camp. Your best bet is to throw in with me and at least stay alive."
"I'll never help you."
"Fair enough," he said. "For I didn't help you. But this will let you know that Terrans have an attitude known as 'gratitude' which to your alien concept is both foolhardy and decadent. But no Terran, no matter how much he hated his enemy, would abandon to them one of their own that gave him help. We protect our friends, Rhine."