Among others, to show the whimsicality of their deadly seriousness, may be mentioned the following: The Bleeding Hearts, Sons of the Morning, the Morning Stars, The Flamingoes, The Triple Triangles, The Three Bars, The Rubonics, The Vindicators, The
Comanches, and the Erebusites.
Though they brandished their long spears and yelled like wild
Comanches I paid not the slightest attention to them, walking quietly toward them as though unaware of their existence.
"Aunt Mildred may have to get another cook, but at any rate we shall have got Comanche."
She turned her head, and so quickly that she saw Comanche fall.
Her horse was back on its haunches, the weight of her body on the reins; but her head was turned and her eyes were on the falling Comanche. He struck the road-bed squarely, with his legs loose and lifeless beneath him.
There was a slight but perceptible rebound from the impact of Comanche's body with the earth.
Her lover was out of the saddle and clear of Comanche, though held to the animal by his right foot, which was caught in the stirrup.
Still, I was sane enough to notice this detail, to wit: many of the terms used in the most matter-of- fact way by this great assemblage of the first ladies and gentlemen in the land would have made a
Comanche blush.
He was the most energetic man I ever saw, think quick as a wink, as cool as an icicle an' as wild as a
Comanche. Why, he'd a-cut a swath through the free an' easy big business gamblers an' pirates of them days; just as he cut a swath through the hearts of the ladies when he went gallopin' past on that big horse of his, sword clatterin', spurs jinglin', his long hair fiyin', straight as an Indian, clean-built an' graceful as a blue-eyed prince out of a fairy book an' a Mexican caballero all rolled into one; just as he cut a swath through the Johnny Rebs in Civil War days, chargin' with his men all the way through an' back again, an' yellin' like a wild Indian for more.
The painting of cans being skilled piecework, and paying as much as two dollars a day, Marija burst in upon the family with the yell of a
Comanche Indian, and fell to capering about the room so as to frighten the baby almost into convulsions.
"I don't mean that you are a
Comanche chief, or that you wear a blanket and feathers.
"But, my dear aunt, she is not, after all, a
Comanche savage."