Hal could see one of the big, new trimotors being trundled out for his use. A pilot in helmet and flying clothes warmed her up and slid under the controls. Hal's eyes widened. It was Fuz--Fuz McGinnis that was to take her up. Some honor for the old boy! He'd liked to have been in Fuz's boots himself. But Fuz deserved it; he was a crack airman, that boy.