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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Solomon's Orbit His last cup of coffee was almost gone as Solomon heard the noise of their shoes, followed by knuckles thumping his front door. Wondering who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled on boots and buttoned a denim jacket as he went to answer. "Hello," said Solomon to the patrolman, while opening the door. "Why you bother me so early? You know I only buy cars from owners." "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not Solomon told the truth. He had no explosives, couldn't weld, didn't finish school and was here, in bed, all night. Then they wanted to see his cars. not have to open the office, Solomon led the three men into his yard. Once inside, and without asking permission, they began searching like a hungry hound trailing a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking in the glare of early morning sun, watched invasion of his privacy. "What they want?" he wondered. He'd broken no laws in all the years he'd been in the United States. "For what do they bother a wrecking yard?" he asked himself. row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon trudged back, followed by the Solomon's lead. When he left," Solomon eagerly replied, as he was arrested later while trying to drink himself silly because no one believed his story. big man interrupted. terror gripping his throat with a nervous hand. Had he done wrong to send cars into the sky? Everyone "No one," quavered Solomon, else was sending things up. Newspapers were racing to send things into the air. What had he done that was "Then where did they go?" snapped his questioner. quavered Solomon. So this is what him up? What would happen to his cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a this place." The patrolman almost saluted, thought better of it, and left grumbling about being left out of what must be something Solomon told the civilians of asleep, totally unaware of the making of history in its back yard. call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning about three months ago. Solomon, who couldn't remember his first name, was warming tired rather fast. They let Solomon get bones in the sun, in front of his fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll what Solomon happily agreed was nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because he knows nothing of the business, they'll have to wait until Solomon Where's Solomon now? Newspaper The bright sun had Solomon's shock of white hair, gave him the appearance of a professor on sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon circling the earth. As you know, still burning their fingers trying to orbit a car. They can't figure how to control vacuum and pressure know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see what he's got," replied a man's voice. As Solomon opened his eyes, Solomon's junk yard. chair, Solomon stood awaiting approach "Mr Solomon, Georgie here for a reply, Solomon started, head the office, out the back door and down passages hardly wide enough for a boy, let alone a man. He disappeared around a hearse, and surfaced guided tour of Solomon's yard than are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made exhaustion set in, they reached Solomon's for a last brave stand. No matter what beauties they were to Solomon's prejudiced eyes "See, Dad, aren't they great?" Georgie gleefully asked. He could just imagine shaking the guys at school with the old Packard, after "Are you kidding?" Georgie's Dad exploded, "Those wrecks aren't good for anything but shooting at the moon. Let's go." Not another word did he say. Heading back to the car parked outside Solomon's office, his footsteps were echoed by those of a crestfallen boy. Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection in the gloom overshadowing his unloved old cars, was troubled with smog causing his eyes to water as tired feet aimlessly found their way back to his seat in the sun. That night, to take his mind off which started Solomon to thinking As Solomon told the people in Washington several months later, he was only resting his eyes, thinking about shop manuals and parts in the back yard. When suddenly he figured there was an easier way to build a satellite power plant. But, as it was past his bedtime, he'd put one together tomorrow. It was late the next afternoon before Solomon had a chance to Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine Solomon had the engine waving Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute to worry. "If it works," he thought, "when I get them nearer each other, it'll go up in my face." Scanning the yard he thought of and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster than usual, Solomon took a direct with his heavy boots to make sure they were solid and grunted with satisfaction of a job well done. scientists in block houses when they shot rockets and was taking no chances. Excitement glistened Solomon's old eyes as what blood pressure there was rose a point or two with happy thoughts. If his idea worked, he would be free of wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon gingerly pulled the twine to eliminate slack. As it tightened, he tensed, braced himself with a free hand on the wagon's bumper, and taking a deep breath, jerked the cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon back, struggling to rise, Solomon whirlwind had come through the yard. The scent of air-borne dust bit his nostrils as he struggled to his feet. "Yup, maybe so," said the other. "But it's flying too high for us." "I must be a silly old man," Solomon thought, scanning the cleared space behind his tow truck where now figured it, never had been. Heart heavy with belief in the temporary foolishness of age, Solomon before Solomon realized he'd not around greasy blocks on which he'd propped the now missing engine. That night was a whirlwind of excitement for Solomon. He had steak for dinner, then sat back to consider future success. Once the resulting automatic power flow raised anything they were attached to. Solomon couldn't help but lost in the clouds without hurting anything." Early the next morning, he shingles because Solomon figured in place so they could be pulled off in unison with a strong pull on the twine. The tired Essex was pretty big, so Solomon waited until matches helped collect the shingle cords as he crouched behind the Ford wagon. He held the cords in one calloused hand, a burning match in the other so he could watch the Essex. Solomon tightened his fist, gave a quick tug to jerk all shingles at the same time, and watched in excited satisfaction Day after day, only a mile from Fullerton, Solomon busied himself usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon of engine vacuum and exhaust pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he thought, "In four more days, they'll all be gone." smoked innumerable cigarettes and cursed luck ruining the evening, Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed shop manuals. As usual, when the clock neared ten, he closed his manuals and let himself out the back door. knew well. He was soon kneeling behind the Ford wagon without having stumbled once. Only two though the whole town were going to pussyfoot away at sundown. assigned the loading dock of a meat-packing plant, but the night watchman wouldn't allow them to stay. They moved across the street behind a fire station. was too big to hide, so it opened for business Solomon reached his back door. By the time bedroom lights were out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround Dogs stirred, yapping at sudden activity they alone knew of, then nose to tail, returned to sleep when chicken farmer was stopped a block

<question>:
Why was Solomon walking faster than usual?

<options>:
A He was in a hurry
B He was frustrated
C He was excited
D He was nervous

<answer>:

C