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"Ride hard!" shouted Mr. Wright. "To be captured is death by torture!"
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"Ride hard!" shouted Mr. Wright. "To be captured is death by torture!"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Ride hard!" shouted Mr. Wright. "To be captured is death by torture!"
1905
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SUPP2000.1890
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"Two prisoners, sir. We captured 'em with Daws Dillon."
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
"Who's afraid of his guns?" shouted McFarlane. "He daren't shoot in a square fight!"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Robin Wrestles Will Stuteley at Gamewell
"Catch him by the middle," he shouted. "Now you have him, lording, fairly. Throw him prettily!" And sure enough Stuteley came down.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
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
"Don't mind me, fellows! Keep right on!" he shouted.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
"I've seen him ride broncs that had piled the best of them, and as for roping--even the Mexican vaqueros have had to hand it to him more than once"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"Stick to him, little un," shouted Tom.
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
We just naturally fights like a pair of friends and gentlemen. Bite, kick, and gouge; but no hard feelin's between me and you!
N.C. Wyeth
1915 / 1916
After my dinner in town was through with, I rode hard.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The Brig "Covenant" in a Fog
All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks
N.C. Wyeth
1913
A Long, Lean, Hard Man with a Lead-Hued Face
N.C. Wyeth
1908
