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 educated bugs worried him then the welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud by enlisting his aid. And now, he was a drafted space-polo playerâ€”a fortune bet on his ability A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from puzzler. Meek wrinkled his brow and blinked his eyes, trying to figure Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once non-existent, and one who wasn't used to it had to take things easy and remember where he was. "Like dewdrops in the black of space," Meek mumbled to himself. But he with a firmer tread that almost upset him. After that, he tried to think of nothing except keeping his two feet under him. 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 Even the bulky spacesuit failed to hide his stooped shoulders and slight frame. 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. "You learned it?" "Sure, from a book. I saved my money and I studied. I always wanted to "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 sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to figure out what kind of game they were playing." "Game?" asked Meek, wondering if he was being hoaxed. figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again." "That doesn't make sense," protested Meek. about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on. 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 Inn and wait around," advised the mechanic. "He'll "Lady," he declared mournfully, "you sure picked yourself a job. The boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't worth it, either. Just ring-rats, that's all they are." 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 get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if some of them are killed, you can't go messing around with that feud of theirs. If them boys out in sectors Twenty-Three and Thirty-Seven didn't have their feud they'd plain die of boredom. They just got to have somebody to fight with. They been fighting, off and on, for years." "But they could fight with something besides guns," said the welfare him, keeping out of reach. "Have some trouble?" he asked, trying to be casual. "Trouble! Hell, yes!" blustered Gus. "But I ain't the only one that's will fit." "Bud Craney," said Moe. It was no secret. Every man in the two sectors "That's right," said Gus, "and I'm fixing to go over into Thirty-seven and yank Bud up by the roots." "Revenuer?" "Nope. From the welfare outfit. Aims to help you fellows out. Says there ain't no sense in you boys in Twenty-three all the time fighting with the gang from Thirty-seven." Gus stared in disbelief. Moe tried to be helpful. "She wants you to play games." "So that's why you asked me over here. Another of your danged peace parleys. Come and talk things over, you said. So I came." won't do you any good." "I'll get a heap of satisfaction out of it," insisted Gus. "And, besides, I'll get my injector back. Might even take a few things off Bud's ship. Some of the parts on mine are wearing kind of thin." "Merely to help you, Mr. Hamilton," she declared. "To turn your hatreds into healthy competition." "Games, eh?" said Gus. "Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we could fix up some kind of game...." 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!" "Of course we wouldn't," declared Gus, solemn as an owl. "And that ain't all," said Moe, warming to the subject. "Those crates you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would "But," protested Meek, "but ... but." "Sure," said Gus. "Old Gus Hamilton. Grow the finest dog-gone radiation moss you ever clapped your eyes on." "Now, look here," warned Gus, "you watch what you say or I'll hang one "Yes," said Meek, "I'm interested in them. I'd like to see them." Meek looked crestfallen. 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 Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been reached, some point won, some advantage gained. The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, popping in and out of holes. If there were opposing sides ... and if it were a game, there'd have to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek admitted, certain rules and conditions which he had failed to note or "Well, I'll be...." Mr. Meek said. Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly His breath gurgled in his throat. He knew it now! He should have known it all the time. But the mechanic had talked about the bugs playing games and so had Hamilton. That had thrown him off. Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly have a chance to smack Bud in the snoot the way I should of smacked him. Moe talked me into it. He was the one that had the idea the 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 Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug inside. "That makes twenty-eight of them," said Meek. "I told you," Gus accused him, "that we hadn't got them all. You better

<question>:
What would happen if Meek didn't meet Gus?

<options>:
A He probably would not get the chance to play space polo
B He probably wouldn't have traveled in space
C He probably wouldn't want to stay on Saturn much longer
D He probably would have made more friends

<answer>:

A