The Crowded Sky

MAYDAY AT 20,000 FEET! ON THAT FATEFUL NIGHT, IN THE INVISIBLE AIRWAY ALLEYS...

Dale's heart stopped. "Dear God, " he murmured, horsing back on the stick. "Climb, baby, climb!" He was in a cloud, a black, turbulent mass that fogged his running lights.

Then, all at once, he was in the clear, and he saw it...head on, dead in his path, dead on his level, the red and green wing-tip lights blinking as if in surprise, perhaps a thousand yards away. he knew instantly that a collision was unavoidable. In the last irrevocable second, he knew what he must do...