Elisha paled and a tremor twitched his lips.
"That needn't concern you none, though. All you'll have to do will be to steal up behind him, put your pistol 'twixt his shoulder-blades an' shout: 'Stick 'em up!'"
"Stick 'em up?"
"Yes."
"Stick what up?"
"His hands, man—his hands," explained Eleazer impatiently.
"I ain't got no pistol."
"For the land's sake! You ain't got a pistol? You—a sheriff?"
"Somehow I never got round to purchasin' a pistol," Elisha apologized. "I ain't fond of fire-arms. In fact, I don't know's I ever shot off a revolver in my life."