When the pilot of another plane came to the narrator's help, he was extremely happy. When he said "Follow me," the narrator obeyed him like an obedient child. The strange black aeroplane was still guiding him. The narrator got worried as the old Dakota had petrol enough to fly for five or ten minutes. Suddenly when he was going down, he found himself out of clouds. He saw two long strait lines of lights of the runway. There was an airport where he could land safely.