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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extradition, anything in order to speed up my return to Cupia, where Lilla awaits in some dire extremity.” “All right,” Doggo wrote, and the conference was at an end. The morrow would decide the ascendancy of Myles I “It’s too bad that Myles Cabot can’t see this!” I exclaimed, as my eye fell on the following item: The next morning Myles Cabot was led under guard to the council chamber of the dread thirteen: Formis and her Ralph Milne Farley twelve advisers. The accused was placed in a wicker cage, Cabot or the Prince Yuri over the new continent. was Doggo. Myles, alone of all the radio engineers of my acquaintance, was competent to surmount these difficulties, and First the accusation was read, Myles being furnished with a written copy. thus enable the Cambridge savants to receive with clearness Messenger ants hurried hither and thither. The witnesses were then called. They were veterans who whether or not these messages come from Mars. Then the accused was asked if he wished to say anything in his own behalf. Myles rose, then shrugged his shoulders, sat down again, and wrote: “I fully realize the futility of making an argument through the antennae of another.” dispute was on between Doggo, supported by two councillors and he has been in constant communication with these ever since shortly after our arrival here. From them he learned of the return of Myles Cabot to the planet Minos. 20 “It is a lie!” Doggo shouted. adventures Myles had told me in person during his stay on my farm. of the first part of his adventures on Venus. Some further “Give us a queen of our own race,” shouted Fum. “Release the prisoner,” shouted the Queen. And that is all that Myles learned of the conversation, for his interpreter at this juncture stopped writing and obeyed the queen. The earth-man was free! “Professor Hammond thinks that he is getting Mars on the With one bound he gained the throne, where fighting and Doggo were rolling over and over on the floor in a Seizing one of the pikes which supported the scarlet canopy, Myles wrenched it loose and drove it into the thorax of Barth. In another instant the earth-man and Doggo stood Myles Cabot had left on my farm. They utterly failed to comprehend the matter-transmitting apparatus, and so—after the fallen tower had been reerected speculations. But what meant more to me was that I was again in touch with my classmate Myles Standish Cabot, Myles’s own account of the amazing adventures on the planet Venus (or Poros, as its own inhabitants call it,) which befell him upon his return there after his brief visit Myles Cabot had returned to the earth to study the latest developments of modern terrestrial science for the benefit of the Cupian nation. He was the regent of Cupia had been brewing all that evening, and just as Myles had placed himself between the coordinate axes of his machine and had gathered up the strings which ran from his it, a speck in the sky, far down the beach. Nearer and nearer it came. Myles sprang to his feet. To his intense surprise, he found that the effort threw him quite a distance into the air. Instantly the idea flashed through his mind: “I must be on Gone was all his languor, as he seized a piece of driftwood and prepared to defend himself. As he stood thus expectant, Myles realized that his present position and condition, the surrounding scenery, and the advance of the ant-men were exactly, item for item, like the even recognized one of the ant-men as old Doggo, who had for the three other Formians halted, and Doggo advanced alone. By the agitation of the beast’s antennae the earth man could see that it was talking to him. But Myles no longer possessed the wonderful electrical headset which he had contrived and built during his previous visit to that ground with a grimace of disgust and pointed to his ears. Doggo understood, and scratched with his paw in Cupian shorthand on the silver sands the message: “Myles Cabot, you are our prisoner.” “What, again?” scratched Myles, then made a sign of submission. 11 The other three ants kept away from him as Doggo led His heart glowed with the warmth of homecoming. What mattered it that he was now a prisoner, in the hands he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla. Poor girl! How eager he was to reach her side, and save her from that peril, whatever it was, which had caused her over which they were now passing? 12 Turning to Doggo, Myles extended his left palm, and made a motion as though writing on it with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. But the ant-man waved a negative with one of his forepaws. It was evident that there were no writing materials aboard the ship. Myles would have to wait until they reached their landing place for doubtless they would soon hover down in some city roofs, and its occupants disembarked. Three of the ants advanced menacingly toward Myles, but Doggo held them off. Then all of the party descended down one of the ramps to the lower levels of the building. for Doggo halted the procession and led Cabot into a room. With a sweep of his paw, Doggo indicated that this was it eagerly, but before he could begin writing an ant entered bearing a Cupian toga, short-sleeved and bordered with Grecian wave designs in blue. Myles put on this garment, and then quickly filled a sheet with questions: friend Doggo. They were alone together at last. Myles, who read as follows: “As to your princess and your son, I know not, for this is not Cupia. Do you remember how, when your victorious “It was his brain that conceived our daring plan of escape. If there were other lands beyond the boiling seas, Formia eight years ago?” When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had spurred him to be anxious about her rescue. “Old friend,” Doggo wrote in reply, “that depends entirely Doggo’s reply astounded him. pronoun, which corresponds to “he” in English. When Myles had somewhat recovered from his astonishment, he warmly congratulated his friend by patting him on the side of the head, as is the Porovian custom. “Doggo,” he wrote, “this ought to constitute you a person for the Formians exclusively.” “Why don’t you?” Myles wrote. It seemed to him to be a bully good idea, and incidentally a solution of his own difficulties. But Doggo wrote in horror, “It would be treason!” Then “Only one—myself.” And again Doggo tore up the correspondence. Myles tactfully changed the subject. “Where is the arch-fiend now?” he asked. “We know not,” the Formian wrote in reply. “Six days Myles Cabot seized his pad and stylus and wrote: “Have you ever known me to fail in any undertaking on the planet Poros?” “No,” Doggo replied. “It is treason,” Doggo wrote in reply, but this time he did not tear up the correspondence. “Treason?” Myles asked. If he had spoken the word, he would have spoken it with scorn and derision. “Treason? Is it treason to support your own queen? What has become This time, as he tore up the correspondence, Doggo “Doggo,” Myles wrote, “can you get to the antenna of the queen?” The ant-man indicated that he could. “If she has inherited any of your character,” Myles continued, “she will assert herself, if given half a chance.” So the Pitmanesque conversation continued. Long since had whom Myles had ever known among the once dominant race of Poros. Finally, as the dials indicated midnight, the two conspirators Doggo then rang a soundless bell, which was answered Doggo did not show up until nearly noon, when he If you will waive counsel the trial can take place to-morrow.” “I will waive anything,” Myles replied, “counsel, immunity,

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How did Doggo feel about their plan?

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A Hesitant for it to happen so soon
B Reluctant at first but then confident
C Worried for the queen
D He trusted Myles, so he knew it would work

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B