| [CHAPTER ONE] | ORDER FOR EAGLES | 9 |
| [CHAPTER TWO] | CENTER OF THE WORLD | 21 |
| [CHAPTER THREE] | SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT | 32 |
| [CHAPTER FOUR] | DEATH IN THE PACIFIC | 47 |
| [CHAPTER FIVE] | SILENT WINGS | 58 |
| [CHAPTER SIX] | MIDNIGHT MENACE | 69 |
| [CHAPTER SEVEN] | PILOT'S LUCK | 81 |
| [CHAPTER EIGHT] | NOBODY'S AIRPORT | 94 |
| [CHAPTER NINE] | RESCUE WINGS | 108 |
| [CHAPTER TEN] | VULTURE'S NEST | 121 |
| [CHAPTER ELEVEN] | A LITTLE BIT OF ENGLAND! | 131 |
| [CHAPTER TWELVE] | WESTWARD TO WAR | 149 |
| [CHAPTER THIRTEEN] | DEATH STRIKES OFTEN | 161 |
| [CHAPTER FOURTEEN] | INVISIBLE WALLS | 174 |
| [CHAPTER FIFTEEN] | BATTLE STATIONS | 187 |
| [CHAPTER SIXTEEN] | WATER RATS | 201 |
| [CHAPTER SEVENTEEN] | EAGLE MADNESS | 219 |
| [CHAPTER EIGHTEEN] | DEATH HATES TO LOSE | 233 |
DAVE DAWSON
WITH THE PACIFIC FLEET
[CHAPTER ONE]
Order For Eagles
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.