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Barry Blake of the Flying Fortress (Illustrated)
Barry Blake of the Flying Fortress (Illustrated)
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This edition has been formatted for your NOOK, and also contains numerous illustrations.
CHAPTER PAGE
I Randolph Field
9
II Two Kinds of Rats
17
III Jeep Jitters
26
IV Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle
33
V Sweet Rosy O’Grady
41
VI Submarines to the Right
51
VII Raid on Rabaul
60
VIII Flying Wreckage
71
IX Night Attack
82
X Hand to Hand
93
XI Lieutenant in White
110
XII New Guinea Gardens
118
XIII Mysterious Island
129
XIV Dogfighting Fortress
137
XV Slaughter From the Air
149
XVI Secret Mission
170
XVII Out of the Fog
184
XVIII Adrift
198
XIX The Catamaran
212
XX Floating Wreckage
225
XXI Patched Wings in the Dawn
238
The bus from San Antonio pulled in to the curb and stopped. The door snapped open. Half a dozen uniformed upperclassmen wearing grim expressions moved closer to the vehicle.
“Roll out of it, you Misters!” bawled their leader in a voice of authority. “Shake the lead out of your shoes! Pop to it!”
Barry Blake and Chick Enders were among the first out of the bus, but they were not quick enough to suit the reception committee.
“Are you all crippled?” rasped the spokesman of the upperclass “processors.” “Come alive and fall in—here, on this line. Dress right! I said dress—don’t stick your necks out. Atten-shun! Hope you haven’t forgotten all the military drill you learned at primary. You, Mister! Rack it back. Eyes on a point. And out with your chest if you have any. Keep those thumbs at your trouser seams.... All right! Here’s your baggage tag. Write your name on it. Tag your baggage—and make it snappy. Stand at attention when you’ve finished. Hurry! That’s it.... Take baggage in left hand—left, not right. And wipe off your smile, Mister! ’Sbetter.... Mister Danvers, you will now take charge of these dum-dums.”
Barry was sweating. The blazing Texas sun was in his eyes. His chest ached for a normal, relaxed breath; yet he dared not move. Mister Danvers’ barking command came as a sharp relief.
CHAPTER PAGE
I Randolph Field
9
II Two Kinds of Rats
17
III Jeep Jitters
26
IV Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle
33
V Sweet Rosy O’Grady
41
VI Submarines to the Right
51
VII Raid on Rabaul
60
VIII Flying Wreckage
71
IX Night Attack
82
X Hand to Hand
93
XI Lieutenant in White
110
XII New Guinea Gardens
118
XIII Mysterious Island
129
XIV Dogfighting Fortress
137
XV Slaughter From the Air
149
XVI Secret Mission
170
XVII Out of the Fog
184
XVIII Adrift
198
XIX The Catamaran
212
XX Floating Wreckage
225
XXI Patched Wings in the Dawn
238
The bus from San Antonio pulled in to the curb and stopped. The door snapped open. Half a dozen uniformed upperclassmen wearing grim expressions moved closer to the vehicle.
“Roll out of it, you Misters!” bawled their leader in a voice of authority. “Shake the lead out of your shoes! Pop to it!”
Barry Blake and Chick Enders were among the first out of the bus, but they were not quick enough to suit the reception committee.
“Are you all crippled?” rasped the spokesman of the upperclass “processors.” “Come alive and fall in—here, on this line. Dress right! I said dress—don’t stick your necks out. Atten-shun! Hope you haven’t forgotten all the military drill you learned at primary. You, Mister! Rack it back. Eyes on a point. And out with your chest if you have any. Keep those thumbs at your trouser seams.... All right! Here’s your baggage tag. Write your name on it. Tag your baggage—and make it snappy. Stand at attention when you’ve finished. Hurry! That’s it.... Take baggage in left hand—left, not right. And wipe off your smile, Mister! ’Sbetter.... Mister Danvers, you will now take charge of these dum-dums.”
Barry was sweating. The blazing Texas sun was in his eyes. His chest ached for a normal, relaxed breath; yet he dared not move. Mister Danvers’ barking command came as a sharp relief.
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