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"They bulldozed rock and earth over the end of the tunnel. Then, there's
another one down on that bench, a couple of hundred feet below the edge
of the plateau. They blasted rock down over that. The main entrance is a
vertical shaft under that pre-stressed concrete dome. That was chapel,
auditorium, or something. They just covered it with sheet metal and
poured a foot of concrete on top."

They floated down above the broken roofs and crumbling walls, and
grounded in the area between the main administration building and the
offices, back of the ship docks. Once, he supposed, it had been a lawn.
Then it had been a jungle. Now it was a scuffed, littered, bare-trodden
work-yard. Men were straggling out of the administration building,
lighting pipes and cigarettes; they all wore new but work-soiled
infantry battle dress. All of them waved and shouted greetings; one,
about Conn's own age, approached. As he got out, Conn saw the
resemblance to Lester Dawes, the banker, before he recognized Anse
Dawes, who had been one of his closest friends six years ago. They shook