Not long after the change of pilots a fine rain began to fall, covering the windows of the cabin with a film of moisture; but as it was now too dark to see anyhow, John did not care whether he could look outside or not.  However, for the good of the machine, as well as the betterment of their speed, he decided to get out of the storm.  So, switching on the little dashboard electric lights to illuminate his instruments, he turned the Sky-Bird upward again.  Through the very clouds which were expelling the rain, gathered from the warm Atlantic trade-winds, he guided the machine.  At nine thousand feet he was above them, in clear dry air, with a blue, star-studded sky above his head and in the mellow glow of a full moon.