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“
Damn
sloppy
way
to
operate
,
”
the
Duke
muttered
.
Aircraft
began
flapping
off
the
sand
around
them
.
It
reminded
the
Duke
of
a
time
in
his
home
planet
’
s
jungles
,
a
sudden
emergence
into
a
clearing
,
and
carrion
birds
lifting
away
from
the
carcass
of
a
wild
ox
.
The
spice
workers
slogged
up
to
the
side
of
the
’
thopter
,
started
climbing
in
behind
the
Duke
.
Halleck
helped
,
dragging
them
into
the
rear
.
“
In
you
go
,
boys
!
”
he
snapped
.
“
On
the
double
!
”
Paul
,
crowded
into
a
corner
by
sweating
men
,
smelled
the
perspiration
of
fear
,
saw
that
two
of
the
men
had
poor
neck
adjustments
on
their
stillsuits
.
He
filed
the
information
in
his
memory
for
future
action
.
His
father
would
have
to
order
tighter
stillsuit
discipline
.
Men
tended
to
become
sloppy
if
you
didn
’
t
watch
such
things
.
The
last
man
came
gasping
into
the
rear
,
said
,
“
The
worm
!
It
’
s
almost
on
us
!
Blast
off
!
”
The
Duke
slid
into
his
seat
,
frowning
,
said
:
“
We
still
have
almost
three
minutes
on
the
original
contact
estimate
.
Is
that
right
,
Kynes
?
”
He
shut
his
door
,
checked
it
.
“
Almost
exactly
,
my
Lord
,
”
Kynes
said
,
and
he
thought
:
A
cool
one
,
this
duke
.
“
All
secure
here
,
Sire
,
”
Halleck
said
.
