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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sag of the dust I learned to spot a passable crack, and tell it from an impassable cut. Time after time the Bugs ground to JAMES BARON was not pleased to hear that he had had pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to eight.” He talked too much, while we were resting or while we were driving wisecracks, witticisms, unfunny jokes that wore thin with repetition. He took to making side trips from the route now and then, never far, but a little further each time. about the quiet lounge. Street trade was discouraged at the he grew quieter with each stop, more reserved and apprehensive. I didn’t like it, but I figured that it would pass off after a while. I was apprehensive enough myself I just managed to hide it better. not going to make the Crossing.” “Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded. “The name is Claney,” said the stranger. There was a silence. Then: “Claney? Peter Claney?” “That’s right.” Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger where have you been hiding? We’ve been trying to contact you for months!” “I know. I was hoping you’d quit looking and chuck the their felt Peter Claney shook his head. “I can’t tell you anything you want to hear.” “But you’ve got to. You’re the only man on Earth who’s thick and tenacious, splattering around in steaming gobs as fingers were trembling. details . Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a finger at Claney’s face. “That, for instance—epithelioma? Why? What was wrong with your glass? Your filters? We’ve got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make it across where your attempt failed—” “You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney. “Of course we want to know. We have to know.” like it. “It’s simple. We failed because it can’t be done. We couldn’t much about the others. I was worried about me “Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.” Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in more dangerous for planet that whipped us, that and the Sun . They’ll whip you, too, if you try it.” “Never,” said Baron. “Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said. a deep crack. I think. I followed the news stories like a tri-V serial and then I was heartbroken when they just disappeared. I know now that they were a pair of idiots, starting off without blood, sure as death. But it was Mikuta’s idea to attempt a Crossing. Did you ever know Tom Mikuta? I don’t suppose you did. No, not Japanese—Polish-American. He was a major in the Interplanetary Service for some years and hung onto the title after he gave up the sort of guy who always had things figured a little further ahead than anyone else and always knew what to do in a tight place. Too many men in this game are all nerve and luck, with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind of personality that could take a crew of wild men and make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand miles of Venus jungle. I liked him and I trusted him. real heat.” got just how hellish and they never came back to tell about it. It crew sunk deep into the crust, and the tower that housed Stone was a youngster—hardly twenty-five, I’d say—but he’d been with the Major at Vulcan and had begged to join this trek. I had a funny feeling that Jack really didn’t care for exploring too much, but he thought Mikuta was God, followed him around like a puppy. It didn’t matter to me as long as he knew what he was getting in for. You don’t go asking people in this game why they do it—they’re liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can some government cash the Major had talked his way around—our equipment was new and good. Mikuta had done the designing and testing himself, with a big assist from Sanderson. “Who’s he?” Stone wanted to know. “He’ll be joining us. He’s a good man—got quite a name “Have you ever worked with him?” I asked. “No. Are you worried?” The Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the trip to him and we’re going to need each other too much to Two days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t say much about it. Stone was getting edgy and so was I. We Evidently the Major decided not to press the issue of his running the final tests on the pressure suits. That evening, Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was set for an early departure after we got some rest. Peter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?” “Of course.” Claney shrugged, glanced at the small quiet tables around them. “There are lots of bizarre personalities around a place like this, and some of the best wouldn’t seem to be the most Baron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you have?” “The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each 770 degrees, it wouldn’t take much time to fry us to cinders if the suits failed somewhere.” “How about the Bugs?” “They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on them too much for protection.” “You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?” McIvers’ scheme for an advanced scout Jack?” Stone shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mac wanted—” McIvers made an impatient gesture with his hands. “It doesn’t matter. I just feel better when I’m on the move. Does it make any difference?” “It sounds like I am,” I cut in. “We want to keep the lead Bug light as possible.” Mikuta nodded. “That’s right. Peter’s Bug is stripped down to the frame and wheels.” One error in judgment could sink us all, but I wasn’t thinking both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting. detail I can stay on good solid ground, of course, but scan the area closely and radio back to Peter where to avoid the flaws. Then—” “No dice,” the Major broke in. “But why not? We could save ourselves days!” “I don’t care what we could save. We stay together. When worried. I kept thinking, better McIvers should go than me. means we stay within easy sight of each other at all times. Any climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man alone—any time, any place.” McIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he gave a sullen nod. “Okay. If you say so.” “Well, I say so and I mean it. I don’t want any fancy stuff. We’re going to hit Center together, and finish the Crossing together. Got that?” McIvers nodded. Mikuta then looked at Stone and me and we nodded, too. “All right,” he said slowly. “Now that we’ve got it straight, Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires Even at only 30 per cent Earth gravity they were a strain on bite. We didn’t feel taste, and off we’d go. We’d have murdered our grandmothers itself. their It wasn’t healthy thinking and I knew it, but I couldn’t get the ash, filling crevices and declivities—offering a soft, treacherous surface for the Bug’s pillow tires.

<question>:
How does Claney feel about Mikuta?

<options>:
A Claney likes Mikuta. He can trust Mikuta.
B Claney doesn't like Mikuta. Mikuta makes too many mistakes.
C Claney likes Mikuta, but Mikuta makes too many mistakes.
D Claney doesn't like Mikuta. He can't trust Mikuta.

<answer>:

A