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قراءة كتاب Dave Dawson at Truk
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DAVE DAWSON AT TRUK
by R. SIDNEY BOWEN
[Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The War Adventure Series
CROWN PUBLISHERS
New York
COPYRIGHT, 1946, BY CROWN PUBLISHERS
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To
Johnny Gilbert
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I | ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN | 13 |
II | STRANGE BUSINESS | 23 |
III | THE TALKING SHACK | 31 |
IV | VANISHING DEATH | 42 |
V | WESTWARD HO! | 58 |
VI | INVISIBLE KILLER | 68 |
VII | SPY TRAP | 86 |
VIII | BLACK LIGHTNING | 106 |
IX | ROOM OF DEATH | 118 |
X | UNLUCKY DAY | 134 |
XI | FATE LAUGHS | 148 |
XII | FLASHING FINISH | 161 |
XIII | ALL OR NOTHING | 175 |
XIV | SATAN STRIKES | 189 |
XV | AVENGING EAGLES | 204 |
XVI | KISMET | 220 |
XVII | THE DEAD RETURN | 234 |
CHAPTER ONE
On Again, Off Again
Freddy Farmer shifted his position in the huge leather upholstered chair, decided that it wasn't comfortable enough, and shifted again. He still wasn't satisfied, but he was too bored and too lazy to exert any further effort. He stared gloomily at the torrents of rain slashing against the windows of the Officers' Club lounge, at the San Diego Naval Air Base, and sighed heavily.
"I fancy I'll never learn not to believe a word you say, not ever!" he groaned.
Hunched down in the next chair, Dave Dawson marked with his finger tip the place where he had stopped reading, and turned his head.
"Speaking to me, little man?" he murmured.
"Only because you happen to be the only one present," young Farmer snapped. Then, with a wave toward the rain-swept window panes, he said, "I was remarking that I should know better than ever to believe a word you say. Beautiful California? Good grief! Just look at it!"
"Look at what?" Dawson chuckled. "That slight dew that's falling? Think nothing of it. Good for the crops."
"Dew, he says!" Freddy snorted. And then as a vivid flash of lightning blinded them both for a split second, to be followed by a bellow of thunder that seemed to lift the whole building right up off its foundations, he added quickly, "And that, I suppose, was just some chap out there striking a match?"
"Could be," Dawson laughed. "California's full of things you'd never believe unless you saw them. But don't toss the weather at me, pal. I'm not a native of this state, so you can't get a rise out of me. Anyway, what the heck are you crabbing about? No good weather, no flying. And that gives us a chance to catch up on something or other. Now, take this book I'm reading. I ..."
"You take it, and keep it!" Freddy Farmer growled. "You know, Dave, you amaze me at times. Blessed if you're not as unpredictable as one of Hitler's speeches. Really."
"Yeah?" Dawson grinned at him. "How come? Add a few more words to that, will you?"
"With pleasure!" young Farmer snapped. "Some two or three weeks ago, when we were included in a bunch of pilots and such to be sent from England to America to help train Army and Navy pilots, you just about hit the roof. Why, you were fit to go down to American Air Forces H. Q. in London and tear the blasted place apart. You train fledglings to fly? Never, you declared! You belly-ached night and day. Why, when we arrived here and you learned that we'd been assigned to Naval Aviation, you went completely off the deep end. You were an Army flier, a fighter pilot, and all that sort of rot. And now, suddenly, you're as content as a bug in a rug. Blessed if I get it, Dave? Or did the commandant of the base here overhear a few of your remarks, and call you up before him for a blistering?"
"Nope, not that," Dawson said with a chuckle. "That I have calmed down, and am relaxed, is simply the result of another one of my sterling qualities that you have overlooked. I mean, the ability to adjust myself to existing circumstances."
"Oh, quite!" Freddy Farmer jeered at him. "Particularly when you