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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to remember that an intelligent people has no respect for a whipped enemy ... but does for a fairly beaten enemy. handle the unloading. Jeks on self-propelled "Look!" The stoker was coming down on scarlet collar tabs bright as blood at his throat, his major's insignia glittering at his shoulders, the battle walked toward the nearest Jek. They all followed him with their eyes. "We've got to stop him," Mac said, and both of us started toward when a Jek with insignia on his meet him. It was an odd thing to see—the stoker, and the Jek, who The Jek was coal black, his scales the Universe, unfit to mingle with the gentler wiser races in the stars, and a sure bet to steal their galaxy and corrupt it forever. Where the Jeks were watching him and paying field might as well have been empty except for those two. "They'll kill him. They'll kill him then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey, right now," MacReidie whispered. a Jek, I would have thought that uniform They ought to have. If I'd been Jek spoke to him: itself before Baker mutinied, shot Cope, and surrendered the remainder of the human race to the wiser, gentler races in the stars. That way, we mind our manners. The Jeks and the drove away, toward the Jek ship. another Jek said to MacReidie and knuckle under with waiting murder in our hearts—we "I'm signing off the ship. Going with the Jeks." We were happy we hadn't been loudly: "What do you mean, you're going with the Jeks?" "I signed on their ship," the stoker with the outside, we accepted it for the fantastically generous gift it was. Too many of our best men were dead for us to have any remaining claim wiped out like the upstarts the rest MacReidie was with me. He said on these things in our own right. I make with them? What do you think you're up to?" The stoker shook his head. "No deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll I was Second. The stranger came walking up to us. do a crewman's work for a crewman's "On a Jek ship." out with some people from farther on. Why not? It's honest work." MacReidie had no answer to that. automatic ships. But the stranger had already left on the Jek ship, and it turned out he'd trained an apprentice boy to take his place. It was strange how things became different for us, little by little after put your finger on, but the Jeks began better of the two interstellar freighters the human race had left. "You're bound over the border, aren't you?" was going a little deeper into Jek territory, and when she wore out, the two replacements let us trade with of the stranger, too. the war sat and stared down into their glasses, waiting for night to fall so they could go out into the alleys and have drunken fights among themselves. But he had brought that to people. Nobody could. He just kept signing on with whatever ship was going deeper into the galaxy, look to Mars, to the landing field, going farther and farther. He messed with green shipmates and blue ones. and they've all got to have something to push them along. If a man knows his business, why not? A man can live on all kinds of food, if he wants to get used to it. And any nontoxic who joined the combat forces. But very few of the men came back, and the war this man had fought hadn't I don't know what he did, to make things so much better for us. I don't know if he did anything, but stoke their ships and, I suppose, fix them a fighting ship, somewhere, and come to grips with things we simply didn't know about. The mark "Thanks." The stranger walked toward. I wonder if it mightn't have kept my old captain out of that place he died in, finally, if he'd tried it. So, I don't know. The older I get, the stoker for—the thing that makes him famous, and, I think, annoys him—I'm fairly sure is only We didn't talk about the stranger. Daniels, the Third, had signed him on and had moved him into the empty incidental to what he really did. If he did anything. If he meant to. I wish I could be sure of the exact answer , and began it all. So, I can't say what he ought to be famous for. But I suppose it's enough to know for sure that he was the first living being ever to travel all the way around the galaxy. engine room, broiling in a suit for things happen to the facts. It was MacReidie who first found out what he'd done during the war. I've got to explain about MacReidie. "I knew there was something wrong with him. He's got an old They were the ones who sallied out into the doomed spaces between the stars and took the war to the other side as well as any human force could ever hope to. They were always the last to leave an abandoned position. members of her forces in the war, every man in the Corps would have there. In his duffel. Damn it, we're going out to trade with his sworn enemies! Why do you suppose he wanted to sign on? Why do you suppose he's so eager to go!" "You think he's going to try to start something?" "Think! That's exactly what he's going for. One last big alley fight. One last brawl. When they cut him down—do you suppose they'll stop with him? They'll kill us, and then they'll go in and stamp Earth flat! You know it as well as I do." None of us wanted trouble—not even Mac, but he'd cause it to get rid of it, if you follow what I mean about his kind of man. "Easy! Easy—nothing's easy. I hate this life," he said in a murderous voice. "I don't know why I keep signing on. Mars to Centaurus and back, back and forth, in an old rust tub that's going to blow herself up —so there we were at a million per, and the air was gettin' thick. The Skipper says 'Cheer up, brave boys, we'll—' " The crew were chuckling into their No one's supposed to jam an intercom, but it made the crew feel good. When the crew feels good, the down here for me. Jump to it! " He a man on his way down. He'd been singing, the stoker had. He'd been singing while he worked with one arm dead, one sleeve ripped open and badly patched because the Those of us who were going off theremin in the mess compartment. He didn't know how to play it, and it sounded like a dog howling. "Sing, will you!" somebody yelled. He grinned and went back to the "Good Ship the war, we all seemed to realize together. We stopped, and looked at each other, and we all began drifting may explain something. He and I in sunlight gleaming With silver hue upon the blue. And the universe waits, dreaming. " For men must go where the flame-winds blow, And men will find them waiting. " The song that roars where the rocket soars Are equal and much the same. " What was he thinking of? Make your own choice. I think I came close to knowing him, at that moment, but until human beings turn telepath, no man can be sure of another. or if he tried to tell him anything. grateful just to be left alone again. The captain was the senior ticket nothing MacReidie could do on his own authority—nothing simple, that is. And the stoker had saved the ship, and ... I think what kept anything from happening between MacReidie and the stoker, or anyone else and the stoker, was that it would have meant much more important than the fate of the human race. It may not seem that way to you. But as long as no one began anything, we could all get along. We could have a good trip. MacReidie worried, I'm sure. I permit to disembark. There was a Jek

<question>:
Why does the stranger want to join the Jek crew?

<options>:
A He wants to travel and work
B He is going to sabotage their nuclear drive
C He does not like his own people
D He wants to join the winning side

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A