This is the Biggles story where he goes into a bar in the remote gold-mining Canadian north, a frontier tavern with roughnecks and hand guns; he looks the barman in the eye and with a strong voice orders, “Bovril!” Stays in the mind that scene.
Biggles, Algy and Ginger are instantly available, with no complications in their lives, like jobs, women or responsibilities, to sail post haste to Canada (too far to fly, across the Atlantic), answering a distress call from old mate Wilkinson. ‘Wilks’ is trying to run his Arctic Airways, at Fort Beaver, but is being monstered by the bad guys, led by ‘Brindle’ McBain. Biggles is eager to help, restore fair play, if not quite the rule of law, in the remote Canadian skies.
There’s lots of flying back and forth from Fort Beaver to the gold field, sabotage, forced landings, a menacing polar bear, a desperate search for a critical title deed, Ginger downing the bad guys aircraft using a case of corned beef and a last minute rescue as Biggles and Algy are about to be lynched.
For all his skill as a writer of desert scenarios, I think Captain WE Johns is best as a cold climate writer. He uses the icy weather, northern latitudes and rugged wind swept terrain to imperil and isolate his heroes in the air and on the ground. Add technical clarity, skill describing the air battles, and solid central characters who are modern aviation adventurers we can forgive the quaintness and anachronisms. Bovril indeed!