Who helped the narrator to arrive there safely without a compass or a radio, and without any more fuel in his tanks? It remained an unsolved mystery. She could only see his aeroplane on the radar. She replied that no other aeroplane was flying that night. She looked at him strangely and then laughed. The mystery about the Black Aeroplane: After landing, he went to the control tower.He wanted to say ‘Thank you” to his rescuer. He turned to look for his friend in the black aeroplane, but the sky was empty. He saw two straight lines of lights before him. Now there was only enough fuel in the old Dakota’s last tank to fly for five or ten minutes. Landed Safely: He followed the black aeroplane for half an hour.The narrator followed him like an obedient child. “Follow me”, he said waving his one hand. The black aeroplane was flying next to him. Black Plane for Help: He was lost in the storm.He tried the radio to contact Paris control. The other instruments were suddenly dead too. The old aeroplane jumped and twisted in the air. Inside the clouds, everything was suddenly black. He flew that old Dakota straight into the storm. Instruments Dead: The narrator took the risk.He didn’t have enough petrol (fuel) to fly around the north and south. He couldn’t avoid by flying up and over them. They looked like black mountains standing in front of him. Storm Clouds: Paris was 150 kilometres behind him.He thought that he would be in time for English breakfast. He was asked to turn twelve degrees west. He contacted Paris Control for instructions. The narrator was flying his old Dakota aeroplane over France back to England. On his Way to England: The moon was coming in the clear sky.Short Summary in English- Two Stories About Flying Part-II Black Aeroplane She told him and his plane was the only one that she could see on the radar. Then she laughed and said that no other planes were flying in such a stormy night. He went to the control centre and asked a woman there who that other pilot was? The woman looked at the writer strangely. He turned to look at the black aeroplane. He could see the lights of the runway of the airport. Suddenly, the writer was out of the clouds. But just then the black aeroplane started to go down and the writer followed it. He was worried because the fuel in his plane could last only five or ten minutes. Now it was half an hour since the writer had been following the black aeroplane. He followed the black aeroplane like an obedient child. The pilot waved the writer to follow him. Suddenly, the writer saw a black aeroplane near him. But he was shocked to find that his radio had also stopped working. He tried to contact the Paris Control for directions. He found that his compass had ceased to work. As he entered the clouds, everything suddenly went black. He decided to take the risk and flew his aeroplane straight into the Clouds. So it was not possible to fly around the big mountains of clouds to the right or left. It was not possible to fly up and over the clouds. Suddenly the writer saw huge black clouds before him.
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