 Who is Joe?
There were more Joes on Venus than you could shake a ray-gun at. Perhaps there was method in Colonel Walsh's madness—murder-madness—when he ordered Major Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe. If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give them to him in one word: Walsh. "You are Joe, aren't you? "Yes," I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh. They'll ask a native to do something and they'll call him Joe. Or 'Listen, Joe, how'd you like to earn some cigarettes?' In fact, he looked as if he were responsible for having put Venus in the heavens in the first place.
 The entire population of Venus
 The Major’s senior officer  A Venusian who doesn’t like cigarettes  The entire population of Venus  A Venusian Trader