I know Bill Hahn and I know you.

Let me introduce you.
If you could only get together, if you could only understand what good fellows you both are, it might go far toward solving these difficulties." I had some trouble persuading him, but finally he consented, said he wanted to leave no stone unturned, and that he would meet Bill Hahn and some of the other leaders, if proper arrangements could be made.
I left him, therefore, in excitement, feeling that I was at the point of playing a part in a very great event.

"Once get these men together," I thought, "and they MUST come to an understanding." So I rushed out to the mill district, saying to myself over and over (I have smiled about it since!): "We'll settle this strike: we'll settle this strike: we'll settle this strike." After some searching I found my friend Bill in the little room over a saloon that served as strike headquarters.

A dozen or more of the leaders were there, faintly distinguishable through clouds of tobacco smoke.

Among them sat the great R---- D----, his burly figure looming up at one end of the table, and his strong, rough, iron-jawed face turning first toward this speaker and then toward that.