Cover me with a pistol if you like.

I won't be out of sight.' Laputa undid the thong and set me free.

From his belt he took a pistol, cocked it, and held it over his left hand.

I had seen this way of shooting adopted by indifferent shots, and it gave me a wild hope that he might not be much of a marksman.
It did not take me long to find the pool, close against the blackened stump of a tree-fern.

I thrust in my hand and gathered up the jewels from the cool sand.