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Dave Dawson with the Pacific Fleet

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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

[Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


CONTENTS

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.

The English youth blinked, swallowed hard, and gave a little uncertain shake of his head.

"Unbelievable, incredible!" he finally got out. "Are—are those really buildings down there? The New York skyscrapers I've heard so much about?"

By way of making his question clear, Freddy pointed at the towering heaps of stone that formed the Wall Street and midtown sections of the city. Dave squinted down and grunted.

"Those little shacks?" he echoed. "Why, those are just the little huts where the poor people live. Wait until you see the real buildings. How high are we, anyway? Hope the pilot of this thing stays over three thousand feet. Be tough to smack into a skyscraper, you know."

Freddy Farmer snorted and dug an elbow into Dawson's ribs.

"Oh, come off it, funny lad!" he snapped. "That one wasn't even worth a quiet smile. Point out some of the buildings, will you? The Empire State Building. Where is it, anyway?"

Dawson pointed it out to his friend, and then went on to point out many of the other buildings of Manhattan that were famous the world around.

"But the Empire State tops them all," he said at the end of his little tourist guide speech. "Funny thing about it, though. The Empire State is the tallest building in the world, but it's not the highest. Ever realize that?"

Freddy took his eyes off the view just long enough to

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