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"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"

Alternate Title(s)
  • Israel Hands; "One More Step, Mr. Hands!"; One Step More, Mr. Hands
Oil on canvas
1911
47 × 38 3/8 in. (119.4 × 97.5 cm)
SUPP2000.154
New Britain Museum of American Art,
Harriet Russell Stanley Fund (1953.18)
Not on view
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
"God's light! I'll question him: ay, and wring an answer from him if I have to put a length of whipcord round his temples! Now go your way," the governor informed him
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1928
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom
Mr. Balfour, of the House of Shaws
What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could fathom
N.C. Wyeth
1913
The Three Knights "It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
The Three Knights
"It is very fitting," said Chandos, "that we should be companions, Nigel, for since you have tied up one of your eyes, we have but a pair between us."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"Up with your hands or we'll make this a shambles, now that we've started."
"Up with your hands or we'll make this a shambles, now that we've started."
N.C. Wyeth
1913
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
"Now, mark me, mine host," Sir Daniel said, "follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever"
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
"The plan is to have your cavalry cut a hole through the Confederate lines, and for me to slip through it . . . put me across to-night and I'll be in Richmond day after to-morrow"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"But no," said Jean Baptiste, with a sudden forward step, "I offer Cecile five hundred dollars"
"But no," said Jean Baptiste, with a sudden forward step, "I offer Cecile five hundred dollars"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
"Howdy, Shade. I see your hunt for gold hasn't improved your manners," he said mockingly.
"Howdy, Shade. I see your hunt for gold hasn't improved your manners," he said mockingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1929