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

<passage>:
Retief knew the importance of sealed representing the primary. He picked up a pointer, indicating the innermost planet. "The situation on Adobe is nearing crisis. The confounded settlers—a bother, merely for a few oases among the endless deserts. However I have, at last, received authorization from Sector Headquarters to take certain action." He swung back to face Retief. "I'm sending you in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders." He picked up a fat buff envelope. "A pity they didn't see fit to order the Terrestrial settlers out weeks ago, as I suggested. Now it is too late. I'm expected to produce a miracle—a rapprochement between Terrestrial and Adoban and a division of territory. It's idiotic. However, failure would look very bad in my record, so I shall expect results." He passed the buff envelope across to Retief. "Apparently, that was an erroneous impression." Passwyn fixed Retief delicate situation such as this, there must be no impulsive, impromptu element introduced. This approach has been worked out in detail at Sector. You need merely implement it. Is that entirely clear?" Then the planetary surface was rushing up with frightening speed. Retief shook his head, kicked in the emergency retro-drive. Points shocks, a final bone-shaking concussion, then stillness, broken by the ping of hot metal contracting. Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him. struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist— "Lemme up. My name's Potter. Sorry 'bout that. I figured it was a "Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad mistake. Lemuel's a tough man to explain something to." weapons. Come on...." He moved off silently on all fours. Retief Retief looked down at the charred, torn and sweat-soaked powder-blue Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and followed Potter. II "We're damn glad you're here, mister," said a fat man with two revolvers belted across his paunch. "We can use every hand. We're in bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't Potter? Got four." "We been yellin' for help to the CDT, over on Ivory," said Potter. "But and Verde." "Shut up, you damn fool!" a deep voice grated. "Lemuel!" Potter said. "Nobody else could sneak up on us like that." He eyed Retief. "What do ya mean?" Potter spoke in the silence. "He's your cousin...." "He ain't no cousin of mine," Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief. Retief got to his feet. "I think I should explain—" Lemuel stared at Retief. "You givin' me orders...?" Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He "Wow!" said Potter. "The stranger took Lem ... in two punches!" "One," said Swazey. "That first one was just a love tap." split second behind him. "You move fast for a city man," breathed Swazey beside him. "You see pretty good too. We'll split and take 'em from two sides. You and Bert from the left, me and Potter from the right." "No," said Retief. "You wait here. I'm going out alone." "What's the idea...?" "Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open." Retief took a bearing on a Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping The alien went wild. Retief hung on, dug the thumb in deeper. thumb dug in. The alien went limp again, waiting. "Now we understand each other," said Retief. "Take me to your leader." back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation was correct, a Flap-jack picket should be along before too long.... A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off. can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns." "I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly, "... of the Mountain of Red Tape," Retief added. "Take place, Retief," said Hoshick. "I hope you won't find our rude "Of course," Hoshick continued, "as soon as we realized that you were sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a bit of activity for you. We've ordered out our heavier equipment and a "For the moment, perhaps only a few hundred. There-after ... well, I'm sure we can arrange that between us. Personally I would prefer a "Ah, well, they are after all expendable. But we agree: no atomics. Have you tried the ground-gwack eggs? Rather a specialty of my Mosaic...." said, "but surely you jest?" "Which brings us to the crux of the matter. You see, we're up against a serious problem with regard to skirmishforms. A low birth rate. Therefore we've reluctantly taken to substitutes for the mass actions Hoshick coughed explosively, sending a spray of wine into the air. "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "Sir!" said Retief sternly. "You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the newest sporting principles." "New?" cried Hoshick. "My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate." "It's quite simple, really. Each side selects a representative and the two individuals settle the issue between them." "I ... um ... fear I don't understand. What possible significance could one attach to the activities of a couple of random skirmishforms?" "You don't mean...?" "That's right. You and me." Outside on the starlit sand Retief tossed aside the power pistol, followed it with the leather shirt Swazey had lent him. By the faint "I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief," said Hoshick. the usual punching, shoving and kicking." even it." "Very well. Shall we begin?" With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and around in an arc that connected with Retief's jaw, sent him spinning Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on, adjusted the volume. "There is much to be said for the old system," he said. "What a burden one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our "Enough!" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his without end. I am shamed before you...." "To tell you the truth, I'm old-fashioned myself. I'd rather watch the "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone me, Retief," he cried. "This time, in generosity." "We'll talk over the details later. I'm sure we can establish a set of rules that will satisfy all parties. Now I've got to get back. I think some of the gougerforms are waiting to see me."

<question>:
How many times did Retief try to tell Potter he was not Lemuel's cousin?

<options>:
A 1
B 0
C 3
D 2

<answer>:

C