He's come for it.

Let him have it.

Take it off." "I don't want it! I don't want it!" cried Harvey.

"I can't find the bu-buckle." "Quick, Harve! He's on your line!" Harvey sat up to unfasten the belt, facing the head that had no face under its streaming hair.

"He's fast still," he whispered to Dan, who slipped out his knife and cut the line, as Harvey flung the belt far overside.