The Moon was coming in the [blank_start]clear[blank_end] sky. The narrator was flying his old [blank_start]Dakota[blank_end] aerople over [blank_start]France[blank_end] back to [blank_start]England[blank_end]. He contacted Paris Control for [blank_start]instructions[blank_end].
The narrator saw another aeroplane. It had no lights on its [blank_start]wings[blank_end], He could see the pilot's face turned towards him. The narrator was glad to see another person.
The pilot in [blank_start]The Black Aeroplane[blank_end] turned his aeroplane slowly to the [blank_start]North[blank_end] in front of the narrator's Dakota.