text:  I know this country. There's no trail past the Arroyo up there. That's the way we're going, Doc. What are you doing? Doc, hand me that gun of yours. Listen, I haven't got time for... I ain't fooling, Doc. Your gun. Pull out of that holster with one thumb and one finger. I don't get this. Hand it over by the barrel. Now the other one. What other one? That snub-nosed derringer you carry in your bag.