present City Hall, now. It was a park then. I saw Ralph standing over there, had his gun out and this fellow kind of standing up in a buggy and Ralph was talking to him. I said to my wife, said, "I believe Ralph's in trouble over there. I believe I'll go over and see what happened." She tried to get me not to go. I went over there and I said, "Ralph, what's the trouble?" He said, "I'm sick." I said, "I know you been sick. You just--" I said, "What happened?" "Well," he says, "this man says that he's going to get out of that buggy and beat hell out of me and I said that he had to go to jail." And I said, "Well," I said, "you want any help?" He says, "Can you help me?" I said, "Well, I'll do my best." He says, "Alright, I said for him to come out of that buggy." I said, "Alright, come down boy." He jumped out of that buggy right now. He was going to tear me to pieces. "I'll come down there and show you." Well, when he made a pass for me I just caught hold of his arm, threw my hand behind his elbow and stuck my foot under his foot and threw him down on the side-walk. Ralph wanted me to take him up Pearl Street to the city jail, and I said, "Oh, no, Ralph, nothing doing. I'm not going up Pearl Street with him." I said, "I'll go back on Main Street over here" old dusty road. "I'll take him back on Main Street," and I said, "I'll take him up there." City jail then was right at the foot of Crockett Street just a block off of Main, and when I got over on Main Street I looked up and there was about five or six policemen standing up on the railroad track up there watching me bring him up. Every time he got to cutting up I'd flip him over on his face again. Believe me, boy, that gave me a reputation I never deserved in this town. Many, many years it haunted me. "Lay off of him," and it was all, nothing in the