Dave Dawson with the Pacific Fleet

by R. SIDNEY BOWEN
Author of : DAVE DAWSON AT DUNKIRK DAVE DAWSON WITH THE R. A. F. DAVE DAWSON IN LIBYA DAVE DAWSON ON CONVOY PATROL DAVE DAWSON, FLIGHT LIEUTENANT DAVE DAWSON AT SINGAPORE
CROWN PUBLISHERS
New York
COPYRIGHT, 1942, BY CROWN PUBLISHERS PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
Very much like a little boy who is seeing his first Christmas tree, Freddy Farmer stared pop-eyed out the Clipper's lounge window and down at the man-made magic that was New York City. For a full five minutes he had been gaping at the sight, not moving a muscle, not making a sound, and practically holding his breath all of the time. At his side and with an arm thrown across the English-born R.A.F. ace's shoulders was Dave Dawson, grinning from ear to ear, and getting the kick of his life out of the spell that a first look at Gotham had cast upon his bosom pal, and hard-hitting flying partner.
Finally he couldn't wait any longer to hear what Freddy had to say.
Well? he encouraged.
Well, what? Freddy murmured in little more than a whisper.
What do you think of the old town, huh? Dave asked with a happy chuckle.
The English youth blinked, swallowed hard, and gave a little uncertain shake of his head.