A bright, short rescue novel buried under merciless padding. On the day he decides to give up teaching beginners how to fly small aircraft and accepts a job as co-pilot with a major airline, Keith Kerr does two things. He punches his boss in the nose and brings on the man's fatal rupture, and, while flying home, he overhears a woman screaming over his radio. Nursing sister Ann Moore has gone up for a flight with her friend Roy Bazzard in a small single-engine craft--and suddenly Roy has conked out, perhaps dead, leaving her marooned in space. Ann has only been in a plane once before, a big passenger job. After her first hysteria, which Keith hears, she finally subsides enough so that ground control can talk to her. Keith is nearby in an identical plane and will try to talk her down. Keith is low on fuel, but for the spread of the novel he instructs her in the simpler arts of flying and how to land. Will she make it and will Keith's fuel hold out? That part's fine, but the endless stuffing on the drill of airport and police procedures is too much headwind. A little prop trying to roar like a 707--a definite fall in altitude from Lecomber's gripping 1977 debut, Dead Weight.