rearing above the dunes.

in their packs--the "maker hooks."

An answer lay poised at the edge of his awareness, but refused to come. He

Again it sounded off to their right.

aftermath of terror. "Has it gone for sure?" she whispered.

his mother, to look up the cliff. "We'd better find a w

A breath of fear touched his mind, and he forced himself to turn away from

Another thumper! Paul thought.

"Not as big as the one that got our 'thopter."

Presently the sound stopped.

Paul stepped out of the crack, watched the sand wave recede across the waste

his mother, to look up the cliff. "We'd better find a w

"Why would they help us?"

The worm drew back onto the sand, lay there momentarily, its crystal teeth

Paul stepped out of the crack, watched the sand wave recede across the waste

Paul found the tube into his stillsuit, sipped at the reclaimed water.

"Why would they call a worm?" Jessica asked.

"Why would they help us?"

"Are you sure it was Fremen?"

"Somebody called it," Paul said. "Fremen."

"Maybe they weren't helping us. Maybe they were just calling a worm."

"Maybe they weren't helping us. Maybe they were just calling a worm."

his mother, to look up the cliff. "We'd better find a w

aftermath of terror. "Has it gone for sure?" she whispered.

aftermath of terror. "Has it gone for sure?" she whispered.

Another thumper! Paul thought.

Paul stepped out of the crack, watched the sand wave recede across the waste

Paul found the tube into his stillsuit, sipped at the reclaimed water.

aftermath of terror. "Has it gone for sure?" she whispered.