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But
Kynes
remained
silent
.
Paul
glanced
at
the
men
crowded
around
him
.
They
were
staring
fearfully
at
the
back
of
Kynes
’
head
.
One
of
them
whispered
:
“
Liet
.
”
Kynes
turned
,
scowling
.
The
man
sank
back
,
abashed
.
Another
of
the
rescued
men
began
coughing
—
dry
and
rasping
.
Presently
,
he
gasped
:
“
Curse
this
hell
hole
!
”
The
tall
Dune
man
who
had
come
last
out
of
the
crawler
said
:
“
Be
you
still
,
Coss
.
You
but
worsen
your
cough
.
”
He
stirred
among
the
men
until
he
could
look
through
them
at
the
back
of
the
Duke
’
s
head
.
“
You
be
the
Duke
Leto
,
I
warrant
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
’
s
to
you
we
give
thanks
for
our
lives
.
We
were
ready
to
end
it
there
until
you
came
along
.
”
“
Quiet
,
man
,
and
let
the
Duke
fly
his
ship
,
”
Halleck
muttered
.
Paul
glanced
at
Halleck
.
He
,
too
,
had
seen
the
tension
wrinkles
at
the
corner
of
his
father
’
s
jaw
.
One
walked
softly
when
the
Duke
was
in
a
rage
.
Leto
began
easing
his
’
thopter
out
of
its
great
banking
circle
,
stopped
at
a
new
sign
of
movement
on
the
sand
.
The
worm
had
withdrawn
into
the
depths
and
now
,
near
where
the
crawler
had
been
,
two
figures
could
be
seen
moving
north
away
from
the
sand
depression
.
They
appeared
to
glide
over
the
surface
with
hardly
a
lifting
of
dust
to
mark
their
passage
.
“
Who
’
s
that
down
there
?
”
the
Duke
barked
.
“
Two
Johnnies
who
came
along
for
the
ride
,
Scor
,
”
said
the
tall
Dune
man
.
