An instructor flew down to get me. He landed his ship and then walked
over and looked at my ship. He looked at the gas tanks. He looked in the
cockpit at the gas valves. He turned to me. His eyes twinkled.
"What was the matter, wouldn't your reserve tank take?" he asked.
"No, sir, it wouldn't take," I lied.
"That's the first tough luck you've had during the course, isn't it?" he
asked.
"Yes," I said. "I have never cracked up before."
He flew me back to Kelly Field.