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

<passage>:
was bending over him. He detected a frightened expression on the girl's face. His pale blue eyes traveled upward beyond the girl. The sky was his roof, yet he distinctly remembered going to sleep on his "You're not dead?" "I've some doubt about that," he replied dryly. He levered himself to his elbows. The girl, he saw, had bright yellow hair. Her nose was pert, tip-tilted. She had on a ragged blue frock and sandals. "Is—is anything broken?" she asked. "Don't know. Help me up." Between them he managed to struggle to his feet. He winced. He said, "My name's Jonathan Fawkes. I'm a space pilot had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on her course and snatch a couple of hours' sleep. I can remember crawling into my bunk. The next thing I knew you were bending over me." He paused. "I guess the automatic deflectors slowed me up or I would have been a cinder by this time," he said. The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished cone-shaped peak. A volcano. Otherwise there was no sign of life: just he and the strange yellow-headed girl alone in the center of that vast rolling prairie. "I was going to explain," he heard her say. "We think that we are on an "Has it been that long? We lost track of time." She didn't take her eyes off him, not for a second. Such attention made him acutely self ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he realized that the girl's dark blue eyes had strayed beyond him. A frown of concentration marred her regular features. He turned around. On the rim of the prairie he saw a dozen black specks moving toward them. She said: "Get down!" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her he was being jabbed with pins. He must be one big bruise. He scuttled after the girl. "What's wrong?" "Too rough. They're like horses," she said. "Nothing but a goat could get around in the hills." crevices and floor of the canyon. They flushed a small furry creature from behind a bush. As it sped away, it resembled a cottontail of Earth. The girl whipped back her arm, flung the spear. It transfixed the rodent. She picked it up, tied "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. He paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was barefooted, and she had black hair. A green cloth was wrapped around her sarong fashion. She bounced to a stop in front of Jonathan, her brown eyes wide in surprise. He thought her sarong had been a table cloth at one time in its history. A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" been broken three times. A thin white scar crawled down the bronze of his left cheek, relic of a barroom brawl on Venus. He was big, rangy, tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from mortification. He said, "Put me down. I'll walk." "You won't try to get away?" said Ann. "No," he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being held aloft by four barbarous young women. "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, "Look!" cried Ann pointing over the edge. A half dozen beasts were trotting beneath on the plain. At first, "I'm Olga," she confided. "Has anybody ever told you what a handsome "We've caught a man," shrieked one of his captors. A flock of girls streamed out of the wrecked space ship. "A man!" screamed a husky blonde. She was wearing a grass skirt. She had green eyes. "We're rescued!" "No. No," Ann Clotilde hastened to explain. "He was wrecked like us." "Oh," came a disappointed chorus. "He's a man," said the green-eyed blonde. "That's the next best thing." "Oh, Olga," said a strapping brunette. "Who'd ever thought a man could look so good?" like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats. A big rawboned brute of a girl strolled into the circle. She said, "Dinner's ready." Her voice was loud, strident. It reminded him of the voices of girls in the honky tonks on Venus. She looked at him women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage to glance timidly around. Directly across the table sat a striking, grey-eyed girl whose brown hair was coiled severely about her head. She looked to him like a stenographer. He watched horrified as she seized a whole roast fowl, tore it apart with her fingers, gnawed a leg. She caught him staring at her and rolled her eyes at him. He returned his bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed blonde "you great big handsome man." "Or me?" cried another. And the table was in an uproar. The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table called Billy. "No." He pushed back his plate with a sigh. "If I only had a smoke." Olga gave her unruly black hair a flirt. "Isn't that just like a man?" "I wouldn't know," said the green-eyed blonde. "I've forgotten what they're like." Billy said, "How badly wrecked is your ship?" lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. "You look exhausted," said Ann. "now he wants to sleep. Twenty-seven girls and he wants to sleep." "He is asleep," said the green-eyed blonde. Jonathan was slumped forward across the table, his head buried in his arms. volunteered with a rush. "Hoist!" said Billy. They lifted him like a "Help me with these boots." But they resisted every tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright yellow hair back from her eyes. "His feet have swollen. We'll have to cut them off." you know that you are irresistible?" She seized his shoulders, stared into his eyes. He couldn't have felt any more uncomfortable had a hungry boa constrictor draped itself in his arms. He mopped his brow with his sleeve. recover his nerve. She said, "You're the best looking thing." She rumpled his hair. "I can't keep my eyes off you." Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. "Well!" came the strident voice of Billy from behind them. "We're I." "We could draw straws for him," suggested the green-eyed blonde. "I'm Jonathan Fawkes," said the castaway as he panted up, "pilot for

<question>:
Who is Billy?

<options>:
A the rawboned girl who cooked dinner
B the blond, blue-eyed woman who finds Johnathan
C he lithe red-head woman
D the grey-eyed woman with the brown hair coiled severely around her head

<answer>:

A