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

<passage>:
and I—" "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 on an exploration trip this important—well, I'll never understand." Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more comfortable position on the air-bunk. He yawned tremendously, fumbled a small box from his shirt pocket, and removed a marble-like capsule. Old Kerry Blane snorted, batted the box aside impatiently, scowled you want, but you leave me alone—or I'll stuff your head down your throat, P.D.Q.!" "All right, all right!" Splinter tucked the capsule box back into his pocket, grinned mockingly. "But don't say I didn't warn you. With this Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth. gave a false impression of awkwardness. While the vitriolic Kerry Blane Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and Blane's heart, and he had taken the youngster in hand to give him the Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the "If you're afraid, you can get out and walk back," he snapped disagreeably. A grin lifted the corners of Splinter's long mouth, spread into his ?" Kerry Blane choked incoherently for a moment, red tiding cholerically upward from his loosened collar. "Of course!" Splinter grinned. when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and "Seventy-eight what?" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle beginning to light again deep in his eyes. "Seventy-eight new words—and you swore them beautifully!" Splinter And in the midst of their laughter, Old Kerry Blane choked in agony, felt a deadly numbness replace the raging torment that had been his for seconds. He swallowed three capsules automatically, passed into a coma-like sleep, woke hours later to stare clear-eyed into Splinter's concerned face. "Close, wasn't it?" he said weakly, conversationally. "Close enough!" Splinter agreed relievedly. "If you had followed my Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body. take your pills every day, just as I do—from now on." "All right—and thanks!" "Forget it!" Splinter flushed in quick embarrassment. Kerry Blane nodded in silent approval. He yawned again, drifted instantly into sleep, relaxing with the ability of a spaceman who sleeps when and if he can. Splinter smiled down at his sleeping partner, then turned back to the quartzite port. He shook his head a bit, remembering the stories he had heard about the 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 Kerry Blane nodded. "Yes," he agreed, and his voice changed subtly. great as Earth's, was still strong enough to bring a sense of giddiness to the men. "Here we go!" Splinter said tonelessly. Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly, through sheer instinctive ability, seeming to fly it as though he were an integral part of the ship. 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 Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief. "Good Lord!" Splinter said, "What—" His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird incredible scene below. conversationally. Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the rear of the line of flight, then sank back onto his bunk. "Not me!" he said deprecatingly. Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly, now and then, to the lanky Splinter who scowled moodily and toyed with the dis-gun in his long hands. "Cheer up, lad," Kerry Blane said finally. "I think you'll find plenty to occupy your time shortly." "Maybe?" Splinter said gloomily. Blane's automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted the snoring Splinter. "This is it, Sleeping Beauty," he called. "Snap out of it!" "Huh? Whuzzat?" Splinter grunted, rolled to his elbow. "Oh!" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face. "Hot damn!" he chortled. "Now we'll see a little action!" Kerry Blane grinned, tried to conceal the excitement he felt. He shook "Don't get your hopes too high, lad," he counseled. "With those super Zelta guns, it won't take ten minutes to wipe out that monster." Splinter rubbed his hands together, sighed like a boy seeing his first circus. "Listen, for ten minutes of that, I'd ride this chunk of metal for a year!" "Right!" Splinter's fingers were all thumbs in his excitement. Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving like a concert pianist's. The cruiser yawed slightly, settled slowly "Damn!" Kerry Blane swore briefly. Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled Splinter Wood laughed, almost hysterically, mopped at his forehead with a wet handkerchief. "I thought you were dead!" he said simply. "Maybe I am," he said ruefully. "No man could live through that crash." Splinter moved away, sat down tiredly on the edge of a bunk. He shook his head dazedly, inspected the long cut on his leg. "We seem to have done it," he said dully. Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm. Splinter looked up from his task of bandaging his leg. "What caused the crash?" he asked. "One minute, everything was all right the next, Anger suddenly mottled Kerry Blane's face 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 Splinter nodded, opened the medical locker, worked with tape and splints for minutes. Great beads of perspiration stood out in high relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last, Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away. "Now what?" he asked subduedly. hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in his hands, held it out wordlessly. "The crash must have broken something," Kerry Blane said slowly. Splinter shook his head. "There's only one moving part," he said, "and

<question>:
What is Blane's reaction to the crash?

<options>:
A He has an outburst of anger but then becomes cheerful
B He is so injured that he does not realize what has happened
C He is furious with Splinter and refuses to speak to him after it
D He is completely calm and tells Splinter not to worry

<answer>:

A