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Without a word he began to shoot.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Without a word he began to shoot.
Oil on canvas
1916
35 × 24 in. (88.9 × 61 cm)
SUPP2000.519
Lisa Dreyer and Javier Romero, New York, NY
Not on view
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The Parting
For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"Who's afraid of his guns?" shouted McFarlane. "He daren't shoot in a square fight!"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Slowly and thoughtfully, absolutely without bravado, Drift shuffled the cards. "Keep ca'm Dawse," he advised. "Set down, why don't you?"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Robin Meets Maid Marian
But Robin, venturing all, drew nigh. He came to the edge of her box, and began to speak.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
The Shoot Out
Harvey T. Dunn
1915
"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly, backing the words with a step forward.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
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for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Little John Sings a Song at the Banquet
That evening, whilst Monceux raged and stormed without, they all sat to a great feast.
N.C. Wyeth
1917