| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | [CANCELED ORDERS] | 13 |
| II | [ACES DON'T MISS] | 22 |
| III | [FLIGHT TO NOWHERE] | 36 |
| IV | [ACTION BOUND] | 47 |
| V | [INSTRUCTIONS FOR EAGLES] | 59 |
| VI | [BLIND EYES] | 71 |
| VII | [DISCOVERED?] | 83 |
| VIII | [EAGLE'S EYES] | 95 |
| IX | [FATE IS FICKLE] | 103 |
| X | [STEEL SHARKS] | 115 |
| XI | [GIVE AND TAKE] | 128 |
| XII | [HELPLESS HEROES] | 141 |
| XIII | [HAYWIRE NERVES] | 155 |
| XIV | [DEVIL EYES] | 167 |
| XV | [MISSING IN ACTION] | 181 |
| XVI | [LUCK OF THE DOOMED] | 190 |
| XVII | [SATAN LAUGHS] | 200 |
| XVIII | [DEAD WINGS] | 213 |
| XIX | [FLIGHT'S END] | 229 |
CHAPTER ONE
Canceled Orders
Stretching out as comfortably as the gear-packed bomb compartment of the Flying Fortress would permit, Dave Dawson lazily unwrapped a bar of semi-sweet chocolate, and bit off a man-sized hunk.
"Ub glub dish blub ice," he grunted, and winked at Freddy Farmer, who was sitting on a packing case of spare parts a few feet from him. "Deferenally jice!"
The English-born air ace gave him a cold stare and a scowl.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, little boy!" he said. "In fact, don't talk at all."
"And that from a guy I've often seen eat peas off a knife," Dawson chuckled after he had swallowed. "But, as I was saying, this is my idea of something nice. Definitely nice."