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“
He
’
s
big
enough
,
”
Paul
said
.
A
clattering
sound
lifted
from
the
factory
crawler
below
them
.
It
turned
on
its
treads
like
a
giant
insect
,
lumbered
toward
the
rocks
.
“
Too
bad
we
couldn
’
t
have
saved
the
carryall
,
”
Paul
said
.
Gurney
glanced
at
him
,
looked
back
to
the
patches
of
smoke
and
debris
out
on
the
desert
where
carryall
and
ornithopters
had
been
brought
down
by
Fremen
rockets
.
He
felt
a
sudden
pang
for
the
men
lost
there
—
his
men
,
and
he
said
:
“
Your
father
would
’
ve
been
more
concerned
for
the
men
he
couldn
’
t
save
.
”
Paul
shot
a
hard
stare
at
him
,
lowered
his
gaze
.
Presently
,
he
said
:
“
They
were
your
friends
,
Gurney
.
I
understand
.
To
us
,
though
,
they
were
trespassers
who
might
see
things
they
shouldn
’
t
see
.
You
must
understand
that
.
”
“
I
understand
it
well
enough
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
Now
,
I
’
m
curious
to
see
what
I
shouldn
’
t
.
”
Paul
looked
up
to
see
the
old
and
well
-
remembered
wolfish
grin
on
Halleck
’
s
face
,
the
ripple
of
the
inkvine
scar
along
the
man
’
s
jaw
.
Gurney
nodded
toward
the
desert
below
them
.
Fremen
were
going
about
their
business
all
over
the
landscape
.
It
struck
him
that
none
of
them
appeared
worried
by
the
approach
of
the
worm
.
