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Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Prince Lermontor fired at Peter Smith; Kilmair, directly behind, could not use his revolver. Elfrida Carlingford sprang up, but realized her powerlessness to help.

Oil on canvas
1919
28 × 40 in. (71.1 × 101.6 cm)
SUPP2000.1645
Wall Drug Collection, Wall, South Dakota
Not on view
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
Too tired and weak to guide his horse, he could only hang to his saddle and trust to the beast's instinct to avoid destruction! And to spur--ever to spur--praying that he might reach help before brain and body failed together.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
He received the ball, rushed forward, and sprang up and out with all his might.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
I ran aft to the clear space abaft the funnel, and there I found the spiggoties shtandin', holdin' a council av war. I fired into the thick av them and had five av them down when that thievin' engineer come sneakin' up behind me and shtruck me on the back av the head wit' a monkey wrench
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
Before me sat the Virgin Queen of Balkh; with a shock I realized that her face was wholly unveiled.
N.C. Wyeth
1923
I Got Behind a Turn and Fired as a Man Came on Alone
I Got Behind a Turn and Fired as a Man Came on Alone
N.C. Wyeth
1906
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
N.C. Wyeth
1922
Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.
Alleyne's ride with a message for the Prince He was dizzy, sick, faint, but he must not die, and he must not tarry, for his life meant many lives that day.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
The chief raised his musket and fired
The chief raised his musket and fired
N.C. Wyeth
1940
Image Not Available for The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
N.C. Wyeth
1907