Duel in the Dark: Part II

Last night I went down to Fillmore again, listening for the mystery plane all the way. All the way to Fillmore I listened but never heard anything. After a few laps in the pattern, I set her down to reporgram the GPs for the trip back. By the time I was done, the lights had gone back off. As I taxied into position, ready to head for home, I clicked my mike to turn the lights on. After several attempts at getting the lights back on, I gave up and decided to take off into the wild black yonder without the comfort of runway lighting. Then rights as I reached for the throttle, the familiar click-click-click-click-click-click-click of a microphone came across the radio. I looked around wide-eyed looking for the mystery plane, but again it was nowhere to be found. So I keyed my own microphone and said, “Fillmore area traffic, Archer 3 whiskey charlie, departing runway 4… and whoever you are, thanks for turning on the lights”. As I pushed the throttle  to its limit and pointed the airplane towards home, I heard one last transmission from my mysterious friend. He sent only a simple two clicks, a signal know to pilots far and wide to mean “your welcome”.