A Yankee Flier with the R.A.F.
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X Ground Sleuthing 173

Ground Sleuthing

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XI Plenty of Trouble 193

Plenty of Trouble

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XII Luftwaffe in Reverse 200

Luftwaffe in Reverse

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A YANKEE FLIER WITH THE R.A.F.

CHAPTER I

GLORY TRAIL

Swing music was blaring from the radio set in the mess when Stan Wilson entered. His blue eyes, which gleamed with a great zest for living, gazed levelly around the room. There was a look in them which had been born of penetrating the blue depths of Colorado canyons and, later on, at the limitless spaces a flier sees. As usual, a half-smile, seemingly directed at himself, played at the corners of his mouth. There was seldom a moment so danger-filled that Stan Wilson could not laugh at himself.

Here he was, really a fugitive from his distant homeland, standing in the Royal Air Force mess while outside the closely curtained windows all of London 
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