CONTENTS
| [CHAPTER ONE] | Eagles' Reward | 11 |
| [CHAPTER TWO] | Clocks Won't Wait | 22 |
| [CHAPTER THREE] | Simmering Doom | 33 |
| [CHAPTER FOUR] | Atlantic Mirage | 43 |
| [CHAPTER FIVE] | Ice Cold Courage | 55 |
| [CHAPTER SIX] | Action C.O.D. | 66 |
| [CHAPTER SEVEN] | Yankee Bluff | 80 |
| [CHAPTER EIGHT] | Home Again | 95 |
| [CHAPTER NINE] | White TNT | 109 |
| [CHAPTER TEN] | Wings Westward | 125 |
| [CHAPTER ELEVEN] | Invisible, Chaos | 141 |
| [CHAPTER TWELVE] | Eagles Can't Die | 154 |
| [CHAPTER THIRTEEN] | Blood In the Sky | 168 |
| [CHAPTER FOURTEEN] | Beware the Sharks! | 180 |
| [CHAPTER FIFTEEN] | Aces Think Fast | 191 |
| [CHAPTER SIXTEEN] | Warriors' Duty | 204 |
| [CHAPTER SEVENTEEN] | Lightning Wings | 223 |
| [CHAPTER EIGHTEEN] | Satan's Last Gasp | 236 |
[CHAPTER ONE]
Eagles' Reward
With all the appearance of a man striving to solve one of the world's weightier problems, Freddy Farmer studied the Hotel Savoy menu card line by line from top to bottom. Across the table Dave Dawson sat looking at his closest pal, and grinning from ear to ear. Eventually, though, when the English-born air ace continued to take the menu apart bit by bit with his eyes, Dawson decided that enough was enough. He reached over and whisked the card out of Freddy's hand.
"Okay, little man," he chuckled. "I'll tell you what the big words mean, if you like. Now, this one, here—water. That's stuff that comes in a glass. You drink it. It also comes down out of the sky in what we call rain. It flows under bridges, and—"
"And please stop, I beg you!" Freddy snapped. "My sides ache with laughter. I couldn't possibly stand another of your hilarious remarks. And hand back that menu before I take measures that will get us both thrown out of this hotel!"
"But why hand it back?" Dawson laughed. "Holy smoke! Don't you know it by heart yet? For fifteen solid minutes you've been looking at the thing."
"Quite," the other replied gravely. "And thoroughly enjoying myself making believe. Hand it back, please, young fellow!"
"How's that?" Dave echoed, and passed the menu. "Making believe? I don't get you."