Mr. Specter. Did you notice it flying past you at any time prior to your arrival at the hospital?
Mr. Kellerman. Yes; I know there was something in the air.
Mr. Specter. When, in relation to the shots, Mr. Kellerman, did you notice the substance in the air?
Mr. Kellerman. Fine. When I have given the orders to Mr. Lawson, this is when it all came between the driver and myself.
Mr. Specter. Can you describe what it was in a little more detail as it appeared to you at that time?
Mr. Kellerman. This is a rather poor comparison, but let's say you take a little handful of matter—I am going to use sawdust for want of a better item—and just throw it.
Mr. Specter. Can you describe the sound of the flurry of shots by way of distinction with the way you have described the sound of the first shot?
Mr. Kellerman. Well, having heard all types of guns fired, most of them, rather, if I recall correctly these were two sharp reports, sir. Again, I am going to refer to it as like a plane going through a sound barrier; bang, bang.
Mr. Specter. Now, you are referring to the flurry?
Mr. Kellerman. That is right.