Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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had burst open like a ripe watermelon. He was surprised that he had survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, uniform of Universal's space pilots, hadn't been designed for walking. "Hold on," he said. He felt in his pockets, withdrew an empty cigarette package, crumpled it and hurled it to the ground. "You got a cigarette?" he asked without much hope. Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. He said, "I've got a couple of cartons of cigarettes back at the freighter. Centaurs or no centaurs, I'm going to get a smoke." "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. I don't want to lose those cigarettes. I was hauling some good burley tobacco seed too. The colonists were going to experiment with it on Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from "Don't let him get away!" cried Ann. A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between weight. He thought enviously of the centaurs, free to gallop across the plains. He wished he was a centaur. he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up times as strong. He was staggered. He wished he had a smoke. At length, the amazons and the centaurs tired of bandying insults resumed their march. Jonathan scrambled up hills, skidded down slopes. ordeal. He would have sat down and refused to budge except that he knew the girls would hoist him on their shoulders and bear him into the camp like a bag of meal. reappeared. He imagined that it had crashed into the mountain, skidded and rolled down its side until it lodged beside the stream. It reminded him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He "I did," said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered appraisingly as if he were a horse she was about to bid on. "Bring him into the ship," she said. "The man must be starved." He was propelled jubilantly into the palatial dining salon of the feet sank into a green fiberon carpet. He had stepped back into the Thirty-fourth Century from the fabulous barbarian past. Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed blonde "you great big handsome man." The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table "It's strewn all over the landscape," he replied sleepily. "Is there any chance of patching it up?" He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His Jonathan was slumped forward across the table, his head buried in his tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope. "Lay a hand on those boots," he scowled "and I'll make me another pair out of your hides. They set me back a week's salary." Having delivered himself of this ultimatum, he went back to sleep. The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a presumed, gone about their chores: hunting, fishing, gathering fruits and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He walked with an exaggerated limp just in case any of them should be hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by twenty-seven handsome strapping amazons. He wished he could carry it off in cavalier fashion. He hobbled to the creek, sat down beneath the shade of a tree. He just wasn't the type, he supposed. And it might be years before they were rescued. As a last resort, he supposed, he could hide out in the hills or join the centaurs. He rather fancied himself galloping across the plains with his sleeve. "Suppose the rest should come," he said in an embarrassed voice. Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a menacing angle. She said in an angry voice: "He's mine. I found him. Leave him alone." "Where do you get that stuff?" cried Olga. "Share and share alike, say Jonathan edged away in consternation. "He's going to run!" Olga shouted. Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing relaxation of a smoke. There was, he remembered, a carton of cigarettes at the wreck. He resumed his flight, but at a more sober pace. At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, he scrambled out of the gulley, glanced in the direction of his space surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray energetic young man. Jonathan noted that he carried the ray gun gingerly, respectfully. "We're a week overdue now," he said. "If you have any personal belongings that you'd like to take with you, you'd best be getting them aboard." They glanced at each other in perplexity. "I like it here," continued Jonathan. "I'm not going back." "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. "I'm going to stay," he repeated. "I only came back here after the cigarettes." be picked up before then!" Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco seed, and cigarettes. wilderness to escape the temptation of women ." Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop hole. "What a strange fellow," he murmured. He was just in time to see the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from which he had come. Robinson Crusoe was going back to his man (?) Friday—all twenty-seven of them.

<question>:
Why did Jonathan fight with Ann?

<options>:
A He wanted to wrench away her spear
B He didn't want to be held captive by 27 women
C She didn't want him to smoke
D He wanted to go back for his possessions

<answer>:

D