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“
The
storm
!
”
someone
shouted
.
“
We
must
get
under
cover
,
Muad
’
Dib
!
”
Paul
came
to
his
senses
,
feeling
the
sand
needles
sting
his
exposed
cheeks
.
We
are
committed
,
he
thought
.
He
put
an
arm
around
the
signalman
’
s
shoulder
,
said
:
“
Leave
the
equipment
!
There
’
s
more
in
the
tunnel
.
”
He
felt
himself
being
pulled
away
,
Fedaykin
pressed
around
him
to
protect
him
.
They
squeezed
into
the
tunnel
mouth
,
feeling
its
comparative
silence
,
turned
a
corner
into
a
small
chamber
with
glowglobes
overhead
and
another
tunnel
opening
beyond
.
Another
signalman
sat
there
at
his
equipment
.
“
Much
static
,
”
the
man
said
.
A
swirl
of
sand
filled
the
air
around
them
.
“
Seal
off
this
tunnel
!
”
Paul
shouted
.
A
sudden
pressure
of
stillness
showed
that
his
command
had
been
obeyed
.
“
Is
the
way
down
to
the
basin
still
open
?
”
Paul
asked
.
A
Fedaykin
went
to
look
,
returned
,
said
:
“
The
explosion
caused
a
little
rock
to
fall
,
but
the
engineers
say
it
is
still
open
.
They
’
re
cleaning
up
with
lasbeams
.
”
