Some of my old
pals shouted, "Put him out, Danny!" and the meeting was in an uproar. I
knew if I did not run that meeting, or if I showed the "white feather,"
I was done as a leader or anything else connected with that place. I
said to him, "My friend, if you don't keep still I'll make an example of
you." I could have called the police and had him locked up, but I didn't
want any one to go behind bars and know that I had him put there. I had
been there and that was enough. I've never had one of these poor men
arrested in my life. I used kindness.
I began to talk again, and he started in again, but before he got many
words out of his mouth I gave him a swinging upper cut which landed on
the point of his jaw, lifting him about two feet, and down he went on
his back. My old pals came up to help, but I said, "Sit down, men; I can
handle two like that fellow." I called out a hymn; then I told him to
get up, and if he thought he could behave himself he might sit down, if
not, he could get out. Well, he sat down and was as good as could be.
That was the making of me. The men all saw it. They knew that I was one
of them, they saw that I could handle myself, and I never had any
trouble after that.
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