What is Art ?' 'Give 'em what they know, and when you've done it once do it again.' Dick dragged forward a canvas laid face to the wall.

'Here's a sample of real Art.

It's going to be a facsimile reproduction for a weekly.

I called it "His Last Shot." It's worked up from the little water-colour I made outside El Maghrib.

Well, I lured my model, a beautiful rifleman, up here with drink; I drored him, and I redrored him, and I redrored him, and I made him a flushed, dishevelled, bedevilled scallawag, with his helmet at the back of his head, and the living fear of death in his eye, and the blood oozing out of a cut over his ankle-bone.