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

<passage>:
from fish...." It was all sound logic. Even Ned Vince knew that. Still, his over the party telephone. "We'll Ned Vince was eager for the from! Do you understand—whoever, or whatever you are?" Loy Chuk pressed more keys. "But you can't go back to the Twentieth Century," said the on to avoid a fearful, telescoping collision. He flicked his wheel But Ned Vince wasn't listening, Ned could scarcely have chosen didn't more than half believe it. His mind was too confused for Ned Vince was still dimly conscious to escape this nameless himself, possessed him. He bounded out of the vat, and heavy, natronous liquid rushed up through the openings and animal chucklings around him, and the occasional touch of a furry body, hurried his feverish cracks beneath his feet, Ned dash-panel, leaving Ned in absolute huh?" Ned Vince muttered in a liquid was sucked into his lungs. His last thoughts were those of a drowning man. The machine-shop "Kaalleee! Tik!... Tik, tik, tik!... Kaalleee!..." The excited cry, which no human throat could quite have duplicated and studied.... Prison or a madhouse would be far better. He tried to get chill. in his hell-world, lost beyond the barrier of the years.... Loy Chuk and his followers presently came upon Ned Vince's unconscious form, a mile from "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!..." At first there was only one the city of Kar-Rah. In a flying voice uttering those weird, triumphant machine they took him back, and applied stimulants. He came to, in the same laboratory room as sounds. Then other vocal organs took up that trilling babble of a group of workmen who have discovered something until presently an idea occurred Ned Vince," came the answer from the black box. It was Loy Chuk speaking again. "But listen!" Ned protested. "You know a lot more than we to him. It gave him a few crumbs read about. Maybe you know how to make it work! Maybe you could send me back to my own time after all!" Little Loy Chuk was in a black, discouraged mood, himself. He could understand the his own kind. Probably insanity looming. In far less extreme circumstances than this, death from homesickness had come. Loy Chuk was a scientist. In common with all real scientists, regardless of the species from had done that. "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!..." The sounds were not human. They were more like the chatter worlds in other solar systems, and wail of small desert animals. So Loy considered carefully what Ned Vince had suggested. study. anachronism he had so miraculously resurrected—this human, this Kaalleee.... Loy jabbed buttons on the black box. "Yes, Ned Vince," as ruler of the Earth. Loy Chuk had flown his geological expedition out from the far lowlands to the east, out Man, it seemed, had a successor, said the sonic apparatus. "Time-travel. Ned felt better immediately, soon.... Ned relaxed, as a tiny hypo-needle bit into his arm.... As soon as Ned Vince passed into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk went to work once more, using that pair of brain-helmets again, mind. After hours of research, he proceeded to prepare his far beyond that of the ancient Twentieth Century. Loy Chuk and his fellow workers were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their was a scientific oligarchy, of which Loy was a prime member. It would be easy to get the Ned Vince's mind swam "Why, Ned," she chuckled. wonder Loy Chuk and his co-workers were happy in their paleontological enthusiasm! A legendary antiquity, had aided them in their quest for knowledge. At last Loy Chuk gave a soft, chirping signal. The chant of triumph ended, while instruments flicked in his tiny hands. The final instrument he used to test the mummy, looked like a and dimming his brain, so that it would never question or doubt, or observe too closely the incongruous to him, made his pleasure even greater than before. In twittering, chattering sounds, he communicated his further knowledge to his henchmen. Though devoid of moisture, the mummy He didn't know that this machine-shop its brain cells! Medical and biological sciences were far advanced among Loy Chuk's kind. Perhaps, by the application of principles long known to them, was built from his own memories of the original. opaque dome. But there were hidden television systems, too. Thus Loy Chuk's kind could study this ancient man—this "Tik, tik, tik!..." But Loy silenced this fresh, eager chattering with a command. Kaalleee. Thus, their motives in the museums of Kar-Rah! Loy, though, was not observing, now. He had wandered far out into cold, sad sea-bottom, to "The Kaalleee believes himself home," Loy was thinking. "He in a metal case, and hauled into the flying machine. Flashing flame, the latter will survive and be happy. But PRINTED IN U. S. A. Transcriber's Note: glinting in the red sunshine. But this was only its surface aspect. Loy Chuk's people had built their homes mostly underground, since the beginning of subterranean passages and rooms was welcome. The mummy was taken to Loy Chuk's laboratory, a short distance below the surface. Here at once, the scientist began his liquid, the corpse was submitted to a flow of restorative energy, passing between complicated lay there, a mummy no more, but a pale, silent figure in its tatters of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd, metal-fabric helmet on its head, and a second, much smaller helmet worked with his apparatus, studying, and guiding the recording At last, eager and ready for whatever might happen now, Loy Chuk pushed another switch. With a cold, rosy flare, energy blazed around that moveless dehydrated, his brain had been kept perfectly intact through the ages, and now it was restored. study it would make, back there which he could not understand, remembering as he did The words themselves, and the way they were assembled, were old, familiar friends. But the Ned's gaze searched for the source of the voice—located the black box just outside of his crystal vat. From that box the a little but plainly possessing a high order of intelligence. And a voice whose soothingly place as eerie as this. Ned Vince did not know how Loy Chuk had probed his brain, with the aid of a pair of helmets, and the black box apparatus. He did not know that in the latter, his language, taken from his own revitalized mind, was recorded, and that Loy Chuk had only to press certain buttons to make the instrument express his thoughts in common, long-dead English. Loy, whose vocal organs were not human, would have had great difficulty speaking English words, anyway. gone nuts," he pronounced with a curious calm. "Stark—starin'—nuts...." Loy's box, with its recorded English words and its sonic detectors, could translate for its master, too. As the man spoke, Loy read the illuminated symbols in his own language, flashed on a frosted crystal plate before him. Thus he knew what Ned Vince was saying. Loy Chuk pressed more keys, and the box reproduced his answer: "No, Ned, not nuts. Not a your body. I brought you back to life. We have science that can do that. I'm Loy Chuk...." It took only a moment for the box to tell the full story in clear, bold, friendly terms. Thus Loy sought, with calm, human logic, to make his charge feel at home. it out. "A prairie dog," he said. "Speaking to me. One million them. A lot easier than men

<question>:
How does Loy Chuk communicate with Ned?

<options>:
A Loy Chuk communicates with Ned through telepathy.
B Loy Chuk has a device that translates his speech into English.
C Loy Chuk has a device that lets him speak English.
D Loy Chuk has a device that converts his thoughts into English.

<answer>:

D