Three were playing here now. Henry was the biggest of them. He
was also a distant relative of that other boy whose mulberry-marked
face had not been seen since the evening of the great fire; but he was
not old enough to understand this, and if he had been told that the
other boy had gone home in an aircraft, he would have accepted the
statement without fuss or disbelief.
Henry was a bit of a leader this afternoon, because the other two
were Percival and Johnny, the smallest boys on the island.