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

<passage>:
Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship wrecked, could not follow orders—their weapons were useless on the Water-world. the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Old Kerry Blane exploded. "Damn it!" he roared. "I don't like you and I don't like this ship "Splinter" Wood grinned. "Seems to me, Kerry," he remarked humorously, "that you don't like much of anything!" Kerry Blane growled unintelligibly, batted the injector lever with a calloused hand. His grizzled hair was a stiff wiry mop on his small head, and his oversize jaw was thrust belligerently forward. But deep Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more "Better take one of these," he warned. "You're liable to get the space bends at any moment." Old Kerry Blane snorted, batted the box aside impatiently, scowled moodily at the capsules that bounced for a moment against the pilot room's walls before hanging motionless in the air. the air, one by one. Kerry Blane lit one of the five allotted cigarettes of the day. "Don't 'tsk' me, you young squirt," he grunted around a mouthful of fragrant smoke. "I know all the arguments you can put up gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills before we get back to Earth." Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth. "Pfuii!" he said very distinctly. "Gracious!" Splinter said in mock horror. They made a strange contrast as they lay in their air bunks. Splinter was fully a head taller than the dour Irishman, and his lanky build gave a false impression of awkwardness. While the vitriolic Kerry Blane was short and compact, strength and quickness evident in every movement. But even Kerry Blane had to retire eventually. A great retirement banquet had been given in his honor by the dressed in civilian clothes for the first time in forty years, that he realized the enormity of the thing that had happened to his life. Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood. Blane's heart, and he had taken the youngster in hand to give him the benefits of experience that had become legendary. Splinter Wood was a probationary pilot, had been admitted to the Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the instrument panel. He sensed the faint thread of fear in the youngster's tone, and a nostalgic twinge touched his heart, for he was remembering You've got orders to take care of me ?" Kerry Blane choked incoherently for a moment, red tiding cholerically upward from his loosened collar. "Of course!" Splinter grinned. Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last, when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small control-room of the cruiser. And in the midst of their laughter, Old Kerry Blane choked in agony, surged desperately against his bunk straps. He screamed unknowingly, feeling only the horrible excruciating agony coma-like sleep, woke hours later to stare clear-eyed into Splinter's Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body. Kerry Blane nodded in silent approval. Kerry Blane yawned, settled back luxuriously. "I'll tell you later," he said, "I'm going to take a nap and try to ease this bellyache of mine. Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet. Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached lives of three other people!" Kerry Blane nodded. "Yes," he agreed, and his voice changed subtly. Kerry Blane smiled grimly. "I guess I used too broad an interpretation Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly, his eyes flicking from one instrument to another. Tiny lines of concentration etched themselves about his mouth, and perspiration Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a billion people. He relaxed visibly, all instinctive fear allayed by the brilliant competence of his companion. Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief. "Good Lord!" Splinter said, "What—" Splinter turned a wondering face. "But the official reports say that Kerry Blane nodded. "That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy Kerry Blane lit a cigarette, leaned toward a vision port. He felt again Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of "I don't see anything suspicious," Splinter contributed. now and then, to the lanky Splinter who scowled moodily and toyed with "Cheer up, lad," Kerry Blane said finally. "I think you'll find plenty to occupy your time shortly." Blane's automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted into a comfortable position, dozed sleepily. Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the the snoring Splinter. "Oh!" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision "Hot damn!" he chortled. "Now we'll see a little action!" Kerry Blane grinned, tried to conceal the excitement he felt. He shook his head, his fingers flickering over the control studs. Splinter rubbed his hands together, sighed like a boy seeing his first for a year!" "Could be!" Kerry Blane agreed. Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance the forces that threw the ship about like a toy. He cut all rockets III Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly Splinter Wood laughed, almost hysterically, mopped at his forehead with Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in Splinter moved away, sat down tiredly on the edge of a bunk. He shook Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm. the next, Blooey!" Anger suddenly mottled Kerry Blane's face he swore monotonously and bitterly for a moment. Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry Blane grinned. "Forget it, lad," he said more kindly, "those things happen. Now, if "How big do you feel now?" Kerry Blane asked quietly. Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at

<question>:
How does Splinter Wood view Kerry Blane?

<options>:
A He admires Blane but also views him as a friend
B He is angry at Blane for being stuck in his ways
C He is afraid of Blane
D He hates Blane for stealing his spotlight

<answer>:

A