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Paul
looked
down
,
saw
sand
still
spewing
out
of
the
metal
and
plastic
monster
beneath
them
.
It
looked
like
a
great
tan
and
blue
beetle
with
many
wide
tracks
extending
on
arms
around
it
.
He
saw
a
giant
inverted
funnel
snout
poked
into
dark
sand
in
front
of
it
.
“
Rich
spice
bed
by
the
color
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
They
’
ll
continue
working
until
the
last
minute
.
”
The
Duke
fed
more
power
to
the
wings
,
stiffened
them
for
a
steeper
descent
as
he
settled
lower
in
a
circling
glide
above
the
crawler
.
A
glance
left
and
right
showed
his
cover
holding
altitude
and
circling
overhead
.
Paul
studied
the
yellow
cloud
belching
from
the
crawler
’
s
pipe
vents
,
looked
out
over
the
desert
at
the
approaching
worm
track
.
“
Shouldn
’
t
we
be
hearing
them
call
in
the
carryall
?
”
Halleck
asked
.
“
They
usually
have
the
wing
on
a
different
frequency
,
”
Kynes
said
.
“
Shouldn
’
t
they
have
two
carryalls
standing
by
for
every
crawler
?
”
the
Duke
asked
.
“
There
should
be
twenty
-
six
men
on
that
machine
down
there
,
not
to
mention
cost
of
equipment
.
”
Kynes
said
:
“
You
don
’
t
have
enough
ex
—
”
He
broke
off
as
the
speaker
erupted
with
an
angry
voice
:
“
Any
of
you
see
the
wing
?
He
isn
’
t
answering
.
”
A
garble
of
noise
crackled
from
the
speaker
,
drowned
in
an
abrupt
override
signal
,
then
silence
and
the
first
voice
:
“
Report
by
the
numbers
!
Over
.
”
