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

<passage>:
Mr. Meek Plays Polo Mr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering: We Fix Anything. Mr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from almost identical construction, semi-spherical and metal. Out here, Meek realized, shelter was the thing. Architecture merely for architecture's The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its entrance lock, was the shop. One, Meek noticed, belonged to the Solar Health and Welfare Meek knew, to take on a cargo of radiation moss. But the other was a puzzler. Meek wrinkled his brow and blinked his eyes, trying to figure Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once with angry, bright green patches. To right and left glinted the whirling, twisting, tumbling rocks that made up the Inner Ring, while arcing above the horizon opposed to Saturn were the spangled glistening rainbows of the other rings. "Like dewdrops in the black of space," Meek mumbled to himself. But he immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of space, he knew, was not in the least poetic. It was hard and savage and spun outward and a moment later Meek had passed through the entrance Meek stamped his feet gratefully, pleased at feeling Earth gravity be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and Meek tried again. "I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So Meek cleared his throat uneasily. "I'm afraid it's more than a Meek gulped and nodded. "Dead reckoning," he said. "I learned it," said Meek. "Thank you," said Meek, "but there's something else I'm wondering took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it Gus thinks maybe the rock don't even belong to the Solar system. Thinks "This Gus Hamilton," said Meek. "I'd like to see him. Where could I he reads is the sports section. Nuts about sports, Gus is." anything so low it didn't yearn for betterment. "But those terrible feuds," she protested. "Fighting just because they live in different parts of the Ring. It's natural they might feel some rivalry, but all this killing! Surely they don't enjoy getting killed." "Sure they enjoy it," declared Moe. "Not being killed, maybe ... although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them lady, a-smirk with righteousness. "That's why I'm here. To try to get them to turn their natural feelings of rivalry into less deadly and disturbing channels. Direct their energies into other activities." "Like what?" asked Moe, fearing the worst. "Athletic events," said Miss Perkins. "Tin shinny, maybe," suggested Moe, trying to be sarcastic. She missed the sarcasm. "Or spelling contests," she said. "Them fellow can't spell," insisted Moe. "Games of some sort, then. Competitive games." "Now you're talking," Moe enthused. "They take to games. Seven-toed Pete with the deuces wild." demanded. "Got your message, I did, and here I am. But it better be important." won't do you any good." "I'll get a heap of satisfaction out of it," insisted Gus. "And, Gus took another drink, glowering at Miss Perkins. "So the government sent you out to make us respectable," he said. "Merely to help you, Mr. Hamilton," she declared. "To turn your hatreds into healthy competition." Read about it in my papers. Follow the teams, I do. Always wanted to see a game, but never did." Miss Perkins beamed. "What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?" "Space polo," said Gus. "Why, how wonderful," simpered Miss Perkins. "And you boys have the spaceships to play it with." into it." "You shut your trap," snapped Gus. "She wants us to play games, don't she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best society." "It wouldn't be no nice, respectable game the way you fellows would play it," predicted Moe. "It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be one of you who wouldn't be planning on getting even with someone else, once you got him in the open." Miss Perkins gasped. "Why, I'm sure they wouldn't!" hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles. "My opinion, sir," said Oliver Meek, "seldom amounts to much." "All we want to know," Gus told him, "is what you think of space polo." "Space polo," declared Meek, "is a noble game. It requires expert piloting, a fine sense of timing and...." "There, you see!" whooped Gus, triumphantly. "Swell," bellowed Gus. "We'll have you coach our team." "But," protested Meek, "but ... but." "Oh, Mr. Hamilton," exulted Miss Perkins, "you are so wonderful. You think of everything." "Yes," said Meek, "I'm interested in them. I'd like to see them." Meek looked crestfallen. Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a For a mile or more across the flat surface of the rock that was Gus Oliver Meek cautiously wedged his stilts into two pitted pockets of Even in his youth, Meek remembered, he never had been any great shakes practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical problem ... going back to the point of error and going on again from "Well, I'll be...." Mr. Meek said. A mathematical problem! His breath gurgled in his throat. mathematical equations! Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly thick, too, about how we should settle down and behave ourselves and all that. Otherwise Bud never would have given her that injector." He shook his head dolefully. "This here Ring ain't ever going to be the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." "That would be awful," agreed Meek. "Wouldn't it, though," declared Gus. Meek squinted his eyes and pounced on the floor, scrabbling on hands excitement and pride. "Next week," he said, "the annual Martian-Earth football game will be tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the sporting world down into secondary place." He paused and took a deep breath and his voice practically yodeled with delight. "The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here it was. "But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort of tournament, the final battle in a feud that has been going on in feud is taken up again. But that is at an end now. In a few days the polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy of one of the two sectors."

<question>:
What is the relationship like between Gus and Meek?

<options>:
A Suspicious but tolerant
B Congenial
C Adversarial
D Romantic

<answer>:

B